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The smell of gunpowder was strong in the room. \" Lucy lied. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. Cathy Beck was outraged. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII. ” Cathy ruffled Lucy’s curly hair.
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