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It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably. "Show me your warrant!" said Wood, almost driven to his wit's-end; "perhaps it isn't regular?" "Ask him who he is?" suggested Thames. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. But I can't submit to hear the wellearned reputation of my friend termed an 'infamous notoriety. " "At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. But she made no answer. . Then perhaps it is Prudence?’ ‘Oh la la! That is not me at all. She heard him crash against it, and turned the key in the lock. You've a good deal to go through to-night. I cannot explain beyond that. .
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