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Presently her aunt sighed deeply and looked at the clock. Besides, I acted for others, and not for myself. The gong will go at seven-thirty. Save my seat. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. too young to be of any use. “He’d better treat you right this time or I’ll pulverize him, you hear?” Lucy gave in to the hug. ‘What the devil for? I’ll have one of the men ride the creature up tomorrow. We are expecting a visit from Sir John Ferringhall at any moment. Project Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission.
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