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The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. ‘Precisely,’ agreed Gerald. Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of stalwart fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken cudgels, and links in their hands. But he may remain with you if he pleases: I sha'n't hinder him. Such was the condition of his mind that the danger exhilarated rather than depressed him.
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