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He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. . " Jack was about to comply with the request, when an unlooked-for interruption occurred. “They ought to have been lopped in the spring. Here he was hotly pursued. She seemed to think he was merely the paymaster, handing over the means of her freedom. ‘You’re speaking the truth. Her patience was waning fast. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. Anna merely glanced at the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook her head.
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