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"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. "I yield to fate. ‘Nothing of the sort,’ argued Gerald. Jack's mouth was coarse and large; Darrell's small and exquisitely carved, with the short, proud upper lip, which belongs to the highest order of beauty. Later on—well then the time may come. Determined, however, not be taken with life, he held on. Now she knew why the soldiers had not caught him. But with Gosse and the woman in prison here, there is always the chance that the whole affair may be raked up all over again.
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