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"I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. He believed me when I asked him to marry me. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin.
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