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‘You can’t prove nothing. Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber. They did not speak until he had driven past town limits and were on the highway. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “I don’t understand this change in you. We were to ransom you, then we would fake your death, play as if the kidnappers had executed you.
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