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But one day he came to me. I was compelled to run away. "You're not hurt I hope, Sir Rowland?" inquired this individual. “Touch a hair on his head and you will insure that I will never make love to you again. " "Och! if he's a friend o' yours, my dear joy, there's no more to be said; and right sorry am I, I struck him. “Why not?” “Because you are mine. He can't be far off. "You lie!" Head down, fists doubled, Spurlock rushed: only to be met with a kick which was intended for the groin but which struck the thigh instead. Their houses became a refuge of ill repute, the source of rumor and intrigue in the highest echelons of society. And he had good reason before long to congratulate himself on his forbearance.
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