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She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. ‘Wait a minute, though. Stow it in the saddle, for I will take it with me. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. It's always hard work for a rich man's son to stand alone.
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