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Spurling, you're a witness to the bet. You’re mine. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. The old lady’s face was stiff with anger. But, this sad affair disposed of, I will not rest till I have avenged my murdered parents. The two young fools laughed until they cried.
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