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” Capes watched the limpid water dripping from his oar. That's how I finally got wind of it. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. His high brow was what caused all the ladies in town to covet him, it radiated intelligence but also something more primal. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you.
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