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” Courtlaw was pale and dishevelled. " CHAPTER XV. She was poor. "You are all right?"—anxiously. “Well, I don’t feel like standing it. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear.
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