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She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. “It was,” she admitted. ” She had no way of retaliating, so she made a decision. “Excellent fellow!” he answered a little irrelevantly. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. Courtlaw rose to his feet. . ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss.
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