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He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. Already she had sent him twenty pounds, and never written to explain to him why it was she had not sent it back sharply directly he returned it. His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. ‘Very well,’ he said, lowering his own weapon. ” “I know,” said Mr Manning, “I know these Dreadful Statistics. You go cheer him up. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. ” He groaned.
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