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His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. It was hot and dry. Let’s have an advance round of applause for our concertmaster, 249 Lucy Albert!” Lucy was horrified. She was practically destitute of jewellery. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. He could not promise that she would ever appear again in that house.
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