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"Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory. McClintock liked it. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. "Now's your time," cried Blueskin, struggling desperately with his assailants and inflicting severe cuts with his knife. “Well?” she said. “Steady on!” he cried. And if he would, I would not subject him to the annoyance. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats.
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