Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. It is very bad. The mob pursued the thief-taker and his party all the way, and such missiles as could be collected were hurled at them. He had looked at it before without comprehension. Over here a man quickly loses faith, and I find myself back on solid ground once more. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write.
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