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Gianfrancesco’s father and all of his three brothers
had perished. Or, better still, put all my clothes in the trunk. You don’t want to
look like Bozo. "Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. He sent a speculative glance at the
immobile yellow face. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the
boards, "or we'll force an entrance. "We're merely about to
discharge our duty by apprehending a rebel. I do not command the services of a person who will not tell me why he
offers them. ’
‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and
brought out his elegant pistol. Where the stuff came from was always a mystery.
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