| friend o' my soul, that are simply bottomless! |
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| killed by road agents, and so forth. |
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| I could tear your hair out with mortification. |
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| magician. Could anything be finer than that? |
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| thoughtfulness to signify his concurrence. |
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| had usurped the stage. |
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| Deemer manifest an interest in what was going on. |
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| groaning and challenging the ghost to a foot-race. |
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| could think coherently. |
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| extension of time in which to recover their wits. |
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| taking in vain of the Evil One's name. |
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| plain that he had not the leisure to be dead. |
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| that, possibly, may have made a difference. |
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| The Sleeping Sentinel, pictured right |
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| "Did you fire?" the sergeant whispered. |
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