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"That's for Winifred," vociferated the Amazon, bringing the cudgel heavily upon his shoulder. ‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. " "Why, what the devil's this?" vociferated Jonathan, looking up. He stopped in mid-sentence, and Ann Veronica opened the door for her aunt. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. Another day of nonsuccess would mean many disagreeable things. He unhooked it from the front clasp.
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