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"'T is he!" he mentally ejaculated. The thing is done. She was consumed by misery and hate. Restraining with an effort his intense curiosity, he talked of general subjects only, trying his best to entertain her. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. That, I think, is manifest. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly.
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