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Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. ” He sat down on her left side and put his hand on her knee, gesturing with his other hand. God help me. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon.
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