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This was in Tennessee. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. " "That I will," replied Jack, "in the twinkling of a bedpost. He was like a man beside himself. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. "Why, so it is," she said, in mock astonishment. Sometimes these dreams are simple and tender; sometimes they are magnificent.
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