To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. Once over the iron spikes, Bess exhibited no reluctance to be let down on the other side of the wall. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. “Look here, Ann Veronica,” he began. Capes, do you think.
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