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"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. To-night she had a curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. “What do you want to go out here for, Lucy?” He 217 asked. Her features were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horrible stamp of insanity. Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. ’ ‘So I heard. No, don’t let me call myself that. Meantime, a change had taken place in the weather. “No. ” She said.
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