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“I’d sooner condemn you to Hell. There was nothing to be got out of the man. There had been disappointments and humiliations, and although she hated to admit it even to herself, she was in desperate straits. “And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. ’ ‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat.
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