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" "Entreat a fiddlestick!" retorted Mrs. ” “She didn’t say she’d met any one. Papa doesn't even care, but he just goes along with whatever my Mom says. I think we rest here until to-morrow?” There was a brief silence. He wore a black tail coat buttoned tightly over his chest, and a large diamond pin sparkled in a white satin tie which had seen better days. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites.
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