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This was enough for the poor widow. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. They got in my mouth. Oh, cuss it!” “Eh?” “He said I would. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. “Good luck! Good luck!” She waved from the window until the bend hid him. “Yes, John. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear.
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