At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to
pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old
man, her hand held out. They were headed by an athleticlooking, swarthy-featured man, who was armed with a cutlass, which he waved
over his head to cheer on his companions. It was a haunted place. "It is the last," continued the knight, sternly; "and I trust we may never meet
again, I have paid you this large sum—not because you are entitled to it, for you
have failed in what you undertook to do, but because I desire to be troubled with
you no further. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone.
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