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said. “Shall I show up at the court with the others?”
Murray walked with a stick, and his hand was skinned. He met Randal’s eyes.
“No,” he said.
Randal flushed.
“I’m not asking your confounded mercy,” he said savagely.
“You wouldn’t get it if you were. Took young Art home all right, did you?”
“Yes,” said Randal, and turned on his heel. “Tell Ormond I came to give myself up,” he added.
