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’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. He drew both his pistols, and prepared for a desperate encounter. But me, I am going to England. Spurling, squeezing Jack's arm, and pushing him towards the door, "and, don't come here again. Why ain’t you gorn? Seems to me I had ought to arrest you. "I rather fancy, as you Britishers say, that you know the nature of my visit?" "I'm an American. “Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love.
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