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“You are a dear,” she exclaimed affectionately. “I saw him stagger and sink down, and the pistol was smoking still in my hand. "Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. It was the first—and the last! At this juncture, the handle of the door was tried, and the voice of Mr. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work.
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