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I somehow understood. It was dawn: Cathy would soon be off to the restaurant and Larry off to paint a house. This is a plot entirely abominable, and I scorn to be part of it. You can if you will. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. Just as he had arrived at the mouth of the drain, and Jack felt certain he must be discovered, a loud shout was raised from the further end of the field that the fugitive was caught.
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