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Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. I am the richest man in England. He has no imagination, no real generosity. You see, the trouble is that the matter is in dispute. He was her only brother, and she his favourite sister. She was too late. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. “All right, Dunster,” he said.
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