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But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. Seeing Capes from day to day made a bright eventfulness that hampered her in the course she had resolved to follow. ‘We’ll have you right out of the way, just in case. They were followed by Jonathan, who carried a stout stick under his arm, and planted himself near the stone. He rested on one elbow.
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