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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: tamely by the door at the far end of the room departed on the errand.
Richard started at the mention of that name. He had a singular dread
of Mr. Trenchard.
Colonel Luttrell - lean and wiry - now addressed the prisoners, Blake
more particularly. "Still," said he, "you will admit that such a plot
may, indeed, exist?"
"It may, indeed, for aught I know - or care," he added incautiously.
Albemarle smote the table with a heavy hand. "By God!" he cried in
that deep booming voice of his, "there spoke a traitor! You do not
care, you say, what plots may be hatched against His Majesty's life
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