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"Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the
words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or
unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming. I packed them with the other few things I owned. A wrathful God was
watching him. For a time he heard no
more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that
filled half a column of the Times that day. She hated it, she hated the mission-house;
she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. There were some
deepseated fears of the rot spreading to England, if the simmering discontent of
the peasantry of France were to erupt any further.
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