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She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. Doesn’t matter a bit to me. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. The man pulled up. He had not had time to aim the pistol. That's the way it goes. "Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. He's coming.
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