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” “I sent a telegram to say I was all right. There was a flash and a loud report. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. No sooner did the vehicle turn the corner of this yard, than Quilt became aware, from the tumultuous sounds that reached his ears, as well as from the flashing of various lanterns at the door of the round-house, that some disturbance was going on; and, apprehensive of a rescue, if he drew up in the midst of the mob, he thought it prudent to come to a halt. ‘Parbleu, do you think he will run away? He has a bullet inside him, and it must be taken out.
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