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\"I could eat now. 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. "Oh God!" exclaimed Jack, in a tone of the bitterest anguish. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. " "Oh, Heaven!" exclaimed Jack. ” She stopped buttoning her glove, and looked at him. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street.
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