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’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. She used to play violin, you know. ’ With care, she gave it an English pronunciation. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. "That young man had better watch his cough," said Spinster Prudence. His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. It had been a very long time. The hills surrounded her cave home protectively.
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