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“I did not,” Anna answered. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. Here, it might be anything at all. ‘It is nothing at all of the kind.
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