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my business."
Every head turned towards him.
Gwynplaine advanced. He felt himself impelled towards the man whom he
heard called Lord David--his defender, and perhaps something nearer.
Lord David drew back.
"Oh!" said he. "It is you, is it? This is well-timed. I have a word for
you as well. Just now you spoke of a woman who, after having loved Lord
Linnæus Clancharlie, loved Charles II."
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It is true."
Sir, you insulted my mother."
Your mother!" cried Gwynplaine. "In that case, as I guessed, we are--"
Brothers," answered Lord David, and he struck Gwynplaine. "We are
brothers," said he; "so we can fight. One can only fight one's equal;
who is one's equal if not one's brother? I will send you my seconds;
to-morrow we will cut each other's throats."
BOOK THE NINTH.
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