There was more shouting. CHAPTER III. Damn! I’ve splashed. “I can get you,” Mr. He shrugged and, to Gerald’s relief, made to leave at last. ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. A blow from the iron bar instantly stretched the ruffian on the floor. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. It is better as it is. “You may not leave.
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