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” She rested the firing end of the cannon against her own temple. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. Never sent for the shirt. And tell Pottiswick to mend that lock we broke. He’d borne mention of the woman’s name. “I think she would,” she decided. Then blackness. They will claim particular attention hereafter. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs.
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