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Who were you looking for tonight? One of the émigrés? There were several in there. Or run me through. Having made a hole in the wall sufficiently large to pass through, Jack first tossed the bar into the room and then crept after it. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. The water was cold but she waded deeper.
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