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” He dared, his nostrils flaring. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. All the turnkeys were assembled. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness.
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