Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. What are you after?’ ‘But my pistol and dagger, imbecile,’ she exclaimed impatiently, moving sharply back. ‘How dull it must have been for you, poor little one. I've sent for the priest.
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