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“You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. " Then he looked at Ruth. \"You cannot know how frustrated I have become. Give this fellow the slip, if you can, Jack. “I will not have this slavery,” she said. The pistol, it was not loaded. Don’t take revenge on him because I’ve wronged you.
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