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She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. Guns were impossible. \"I'm going to his baseball game, he's pitching for Lincoln, and then I believe he is taking me to dinner. His fellow-prisoners nicknamed him the gallows-provider, from a habit he had of picking out all those who were destined to the gibbet.
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