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" "Och! if he's a friend o' yours, my dear joy, there's no more to be said; and right sorry am I, I struck him. His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight. Wild," cried Jack, placing his hat on the right arm of the guide-post, and leaning over the board, "I've done the trick myself. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales.
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