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"But I can guess what it's for. "Damnation!" cried Kneebone. The stranger with a bow returned to his table. Aware of the cunning and desperate characters of the persons with whom she would have to deal,—aware, also, that she was in a quarter where no laws could be appealed to, nor assistance obtained, she felt the absolute necessity of caution. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. McClintock was amused. In a few minutes, an appalling change was perceptible. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar. ‘That’s a loud one.
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