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” Capes watched the limpid water dripping from his oar. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. " This exclamation had scarcely escaped him, when the discharge of a pistol was heard, and a bullet whizzed past his ears. There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. Do you mind talking to some one else. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops.
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