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‘Leave it, imbecile. Her head rose. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. But he was wide awake. " "At any rate, I won, for he went away. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him.
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