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Someone else answered, "It's Rooksby, it's Sir Ralph." The voice interrupted
sharply, "No names, now. I don't want hanging." The hand left my arm; there was
a pause in the motion of the procession. I caught a moment's sound of whispering
Hear 'em groan. The drop's not two feet." We made a few paces down the road;
the pitiful voices of the runners crying for help came plainly to my ears. "You —
they — aren't murdering them?" I asked. "No, no," he answered. "Can't afford to.
"No, no," he answered. "Can't afford to. Wish we could; but they'd make it too hot
for us." We began to descend the hill. From the quarry a voice shrieked: "Help —
help — for the love of God — I can't. . . ." There was a grunt and the sound, of a ...
... answered him. "There's mischief enough. He shall go to France." "Oh, let the
young blade rip about the world for a year or two, squire," Rangsley's voice said
from behind us. In the end Ralph let me go with Carlos — actually across the sea,
"Your watch is fast, Mr. Mayor," Rangsley answered surlily; "the tide won't serve
for half an hour yet." "Cht, cht," the other wheezed. "No offence. We respect you.
But still, when one has a stake, one likes to know." "My stake's all I have, and my
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