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A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. " He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm.
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