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She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. Then his beard was of a reddish hue, and his complexion warm and sanguine. She accomplished it with the aid of the young fellow’s hand, and stepped down into the road, glancing up at the house as she did so. " Almost the identical words of the boy.
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