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2. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. "However, some one must look after the jail; and they're all gone but me. Wagstaff. Brendon,” she said, “if I could ask for advice, or borrow money from any one, I would from you—there! But I cannot.
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