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CHAPTER VIII. She advanced, stabbing at him. "Ay, ay, I'll go, fast enough!" returned Jonathan, putting his hands into his pockets, "but not alone, Sir Rowland. She crawled over and caught at the skirts of this white woman who understood. "I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't stand any more of that nonsense.
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