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” She smiled at the thought. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. E. Capes came back into her mind. ” “Why not? Your spirits at least should be good. Nevertheless, Sir John had the look of a man who was enjoying himself. She did not bother with the backpack despite its due tomorrow status. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories.
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