“Are you A, B, C, or D?” he asked. She calls him a pig, and she says he ain’t Valade. He had a narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried itself deeply in the wall. It was she—— Anna’s nerves were not easily shaken, but she found herself suddenly clutching at the table for support.
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