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She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. F. The whole affair interested him deeply. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily.
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