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9835	Farnol, Jeffery	Martin Conisby's Vengeance			.txt	text/plain	99994	6657	90	"Come, sir," said I, aiding the Don to his feet, "let us be gone!" "Nay, Martin, she is a poor Spanish lady, exceeding comely and with a hand, "Lord, Martin," said he, sitting on his great peruke and looking askance at "Glory to God!" said Resolution, catching up the dead man's weapon and "Martin," said Sir Richard, his face a pale oval in the dimness, "d'ye hear "Here is a land of death, Martin--see yonder!" said Sir Richard and pointed "Sir Richard," said I, clapping my hand on his, "no man could have endured "'Twas so I thought, Martin," said he a little humbly, and laying his hands "Martin," said Sir Richard, hearing me groan, "we should be scarce four "And now, Martin," said Sir Richard, rising, "'tis time we got hence lest "Martin," said Sir Richard suddenly, his voice strong, "bear me out where I	./cache/9835.txt	./txt/9835.txt