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"The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. The papers are continually wondering what has become of ‘Alcide. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below.
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