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She brought her hands up to her head and ripped out two long chunks of her hair, pulling out shreds of scalp. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. It was necessary to think, and think quickly. "What is it you want?" she asked, as she held out the coat. “You heard no pistol-shot?” “None.
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