" "Proceed, Sir," said Trenchard, breathing hard. He glanced at the ruins of his High Priestess. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. But the rise of the chest was quite perceptible now.
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