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Then she saw the bodies piled in the corner. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. Lucy stood relieved that she had not messed up the solo. Dear me, what a difference it has made! No one would ever think that we were sisters.
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