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Manning’s letter. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. I’m too young 117 for this to sound right. Look at me, and answer me one question.
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