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I do, however. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. It’s artificially chance. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. But it was her proof. Perhaps because I don’t know. Voting wouldn’t do no ‘arm to ‘er. He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at the business-like equipment of the room. She had not seen Ramage for ten or eleven days, and she was quite ready for a gossip with him.
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