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” He closed the door of 109 in her face. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. No pistols, no daggers today?’ ‘Would you have me show a pistol with so many soldiers? I am not a fool. I ask you, although it is not my place to ask you, to return home.
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