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” She stated boldly. More importantly, she had her wits. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. "I am Owen Wood, at your service. "Well, my dear, I've a proposal to make in regard to this babby of yours, which may, or may not, be agreeable. On the fifth day he had ventured speech with her. Anna had told me that he carried always with him this bogus marriage certificate. When he awoke it was late in the day, and he was surprised to find Blueskin seated by his bedside, watching over him with a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand, and a blood-stained cloth bound across his brow. Gay.
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