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Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting. “Is Coke okay?” He asked as he pulled into the gas station. “Heavens!” she exclaimed. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. He had bled everywhere, but she had struck when the opportunity was ripe. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. " This placard was adorned with a rude wood-cut, representing the unhappy malefactor at the place of execution.
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