He drew her away from this thought. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. His next occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. She had thought to wear it now, since she must look more the demoiselle. Even Mike can make a pretty tasty hamburger.
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