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After that night she made it a habit. Gosse sagged under the impact, knocking over the card table, and falling to sit, half stunned, the discharged pistol flying from his slackened grasp. I wouldn’t even have to use very much gasoline. I've left mine on the spikes of the New Prison, and must borrow yours. It was she who had come out from the flat only a few minutes before. A diversion was created by the violent struggles of the little old lady. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside.
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