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There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. In the first
place, it will be damnably dull. It’s no good. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve
him!—is still living. . Now when I tell you exactly the
truth, you will also not believe me. There isn’t a husband
breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and
prayed God that the bullet might go straight. ' Upon which the other answered, 'that he accepted his invitation with
pleasure, and would make a point of waiting upon him,' Ha! ha! ha!"
"Did he say so?" cried Shotbolt. “It was such a
surprise to see you.
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