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Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. “Stay where you are for a moment,” she directed. Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the penetrating nastiness of the fog. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. His age was not far from fifty. Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!" He touched it, and the door flew open. For you know that I have made up my mind to dig a little way into life single-handed.
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