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’ The captain shook his head. All at once he saw a way out of the threatening doldrums. I shall have no faith in future in bolts and bars. But tell her this, too. Within that dungeon lay Captain Bew, Rumbold and Whitney—a jolly crew! All carved their names on the stone, and all Share the fate of the brave Du Val! With their chisels so fine, tra la! "Save us!" continued the apprentice, "I hope this beam doesn't resemble the Newgate stone; or I may chance, like the great men the song speaks of, to swing on the Tyburn tree for my pains. “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly. ’ He had abandoned the “sir”, Gerald noted, realising that the footman’s respect for him had dropped sharply. He was an imaginative young man. ’ ‘Even if they militiamen weren’t there, miss,’ cautioned her cavalier, ‘you couldn’t go marching into the house open like. And think things out.
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