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" "It matters not who I am," replied Jonathan, taking the money. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. Annabel thought, and thought again. Come back with me to-night. In the north they called her Manitou, in the south, Pabothkew. "One motive alone shall induce me to go on with you," said Jack. ‘Cover her, men. She tucked her stick under her arm and re-read Manning’s letter.
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