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Poor little one. ” Her hand hung over the side of her chair nearest to him. Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. "Don't think to deceive me by your false pretences.
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