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“Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. I don’t want you to be sad. " "Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming. " Thus urged, Jack reluctantly departed. " "The very idea is dreadful," whimpered Edgeworth Bess. net/license).
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