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He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. It's gin—a liquor you used to like. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. Dashing through the open door, he crossed the Old Bailey, plunged into a narrow court on the opposite side of the way, and was out of sight in a minute, baffling all pursuit. Arriving at the chapel, their wonder increased. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. ‘If he had, he’d have found the sword, see. Leonardo he was my—’ ‘Don’t say it,’ Gerald cut in hoarsely.
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