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She is something different. It ought not to be much. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. As a net result she had come to think of all married people much as one thinks of insects that have lost their wings, and of her sisters as new hatched creatures who had scarcely for a moment had wings. ” He seemed to be elaborating ideas as he talked. " "Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The Dawn Pearl!" McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. ’ ‘What offer?’ she asked, suspicion rife in her voice. She looked up, and recognized Mr. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. Wild is incapable of such baseness.
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