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John moved closer to her, getting up from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench where she sat. ” Anna was silent. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. He seemed to possess infinite reserves of patience when she refused him or purposely tried to bait and anger him, but his patience only made him seem more sinister. On the way he confessed. His name is John. "What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively.
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