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Portrait of Rolf Boldrewood Rolf Boldrewood,  Robbery Under Arms — Chapter 45

“ He knows a dashed sight more than us.'
`He be hanged!' says Moran, with eyes glaring and the whole of his face working like a man in a fit. `He's no Captain of mine, and never was. I'll never stir from here till I have payment in blood for Daly's life. We may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. I've sworn to have that man's life to-night, and have it I will.'
`You'll have ours first, you bloodthirsty, murdering dog,' says Starlight; and, as he spoke, he slipped his revolver into Mr. Knightley's hand, who covered Moran that moment.
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Portrait of Rolf Boldrewood Rolf Boldrewood,  Robbery Under Arms — Chapter 45

“ Knightley and the doctor ride to Bathurst for the money. What do you say?'
`D—n you and your money too,' growled Moran. `We'll have your blood, and nothing else. D'ye hear that? You're a dead man now; if you're not buried by this time to-morrow, it won't be because you're not as ready for it as Patsey is.'
I saw Mrs. Knightley turn round and clasp her hands; her face grew as white as death, but she said nothing, only looked over at Starlight, and her eyes grew bigger and bigger, while her mouth trembled just the least bit.
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Portrait of Rolf Boldrewood Rolf Boldrewood,  Robbery Under Arms — Chapter 45

“ Knightley lifted his wife up on to her saddle on the high-crested gray thoroughbred with a dash of Arab blood from an old Satellite strain, I guess he was never better pleased with anything in the world. They looked in each other's eyes for a minute, and then the old horse started off along the road to Bathurst with his fast, springy walk. Starlight took off his hat and bowed low in the most respectful way. Mrs. Knightley turned in her saddle and tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come—she could only wave her hand—and then her head went down nearly to her saddle. ”
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