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They walked past his old jungle gym set to a hilly park that dwelled sleepily beyond his house. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. It appeared from what he said that he had been captured when asleep,—that his liquor had been drugged,—otherwise, he would never have allowed himself to be taken alive. Fancying they were alone, Sir Rowland threw aside his cloak, and produced a heavy bag of money, which he flung upon the table; and, when Wild had feasted his greedy eyes sufficiently upon its golden contents, he handed him a pocketbook filled with notes. Gashes on his arms were already beginning to heal and disappear. As it was, my oldest and trustiest setter, Abraham Mendez, received a blow on the head from one of the lads that will deprive me of his services for a week to come,—if, indeed it does not disable him altogether. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. Amongst them was a revolver.
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