" "Och! if he's a friend o' yours, my dear joy, there's no more to be said; and right sorry am I, I struck him. The girl nodded sagely. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. “You heard no pistol-shot?” “None.
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