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I’ve to collect my sword and hat, and then we must get back to London. ‘Do not tell me he has escaped. From this singular collection Trenchard turned to regard its possessor, who was standing at a little distance from him, still engaged in earnest discourse with his attendant, and, as he contemplated his ruthless countenance, on which duplicity and malignity had set their strongest seals, he could not help calling to mind all he had heard of Jonathan's perfidiousness to his employers, and deeply regretting that he had placed himself in the power of so unscrupulous a miscreant. I'll keep it for your sake. We shall both, I hope, live to enjoy our shares—long after Thames Darrell is forgotten—ha! ha! A third of your estate I accept. I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will plunge it to my heart. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. There was a girlfriend who was mentally ill. If ever he requires my services, he shall find I'm not ungrateful.
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