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“Oh, please. Sheppard. As he looked around, he beheld an incessant stream of passengers hurrying on below. Gosse were you born, and Gosse will you remain to your death. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. Folks don’t like ’em. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. But—” The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. “Before I took up the Suffrage,” a firm, flat voice remarked, “I could scarcely walk up-stairs without palpitations.
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