CHAPTER XXVIII. “I’ll ruin your suit. Ennison slightly——” There was a dead silence in the little room. ’ No Latin? And no guns or daggers, naturally. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. He did not come out of his chloroform coma and sailed weakly to his death.
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