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"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. The Storm. ‘That—that—why do you speak of him?’ ‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain. She no longer felt sick or dizzy, her muscles returned to a relaxed, supple state. .
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