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He would pursue that little pastime on some other occasion. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. "Good-bye, young man; and good luck. " "Mr. Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck.
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