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Their poor hands!” “I know,” said Mr. “Well?” she said, sitting down again. As Jack conjectured, no one was there, and, though a lamp was burning on a stand, they decided upon proceeding without it. "Proclaim a public fight. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. Was the girl seriously expecting him to pull the trigger? Lord, but she had courage! ‘Shoot, then,’ urged the lady. "We shall all be murdered. "My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment. .
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