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Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring, immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. "Zounds! what's that!" he cried, as the noise of a scuffle was heard behind them. I was—I was a corespondent. He had more time for her. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. " And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door.
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