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‘Don’t fob me off, boy. And lunged once more. He’s out in Phoenix last I heard. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed her. " "I do not say that what you have done is wrong in any sense. Some Chinaman might take it into his head to shout: "Death to the foreign devils!" And out of that wall yonder would boil battle and murder and sudden death. It was perfectly legitimate. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. "Thank you; but I've a pocket full of water-chestnuts. "Oh, nothing—nothing," returned Mrs.
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