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Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved forward, seizing her shoulders. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. "Stow it, Nab!" exclaimed Quilt, angrily; "the kinchen's awake. ’ He shifted unguardedly, and hissed a breath, wincing.
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