And I have no more the pistol. "I am twenty," said the girl. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. ” “Don’t say that,” Sydney begged. That it provided proof of the girl’s identity was one thing.
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