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’ There was a pause. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. “Nothing was ever done,” Miss Brett asserted, “without a certain element of Faith. Then she passed from the room on the arm of General Lord Charvill, chatting animatedly to him. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree.
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