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There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. "Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his myrmidons? Not I. I done just what you asked. ’ ‘He let them go?’ asked Miss Froxfield incredulously. Capes, do you think. ” She put her face closer to his.
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