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To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. "What should I do here alone if I were an enemy? But, come, don't let us waste time in bandying words, when we might employ it so much more profitably. As though it was indelicate—it’s just a sort of shyness. It was Celeste’s idea. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. "Be still, and you'll receive no injury," returned Jackson. “I want you so much, Lucy. “You poor little girl!” he cried. I hope she falls off the face of the planet. There'll be busy days and idle. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged.
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