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"All's bowman, my covey. Water soaked her through in five minutes. By and by she heard the screen door. The truth at once flashed across his mind. The silence grew unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\" \"My surname? You mean my last name?\" \"Yes. "Not so, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan; "you are my prisoner.
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