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"Now stand before me, Poll. You are different from all the world for me. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. With a cry of distress, she dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right.
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