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The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel. “What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation.
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