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"All's bowman, my covey. Shortly to be executed. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. ‘But then again, possibly not. It was not the type of household where one could come and go at all hours, for this she was glad. Instead, they lived a Bohemian existence, moving from patron to patron, city to city. For a few minutes, Darrell seemed to have the advantage in the conflict. After all, it was really rather funny. At first she thought that the woman was just a servant. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. “My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please.
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