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It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. Return, I implore of you, to your master,—to Mr. Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards, and would have fallen, if it had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who, at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle in the other. “Is Coke okay?” He asked as he pulled into the gas station.
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