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We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. You’ll end there one day, mark my words. Of you, I mean. Sometimes I think you would have been much better off if you had been born in death-worshipping Egypt instead of in the Fourteenth Century. The light!—the light!" Astounded at his cries, Thames sprang towards him.
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