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“I gave your name. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped.
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