If you choose, you can see him put on board the Zeeslang yourself, Sir Rowland. CHAPTER XXI. ’ ‘I thank you,’ Gerald said drily. Leave me behind: I'm not afraid. His fingers closed upon her hand. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. But you! Why the devil did you marry her? That's the thing that confounds me.
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