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" "Well, suddenly I knew that I must see the inside of that box, which had a padlock. His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour. As far as I can, I belong to them all. "What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son.
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