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he clotheslinein the living room--till I can take him out to Caraquet
to be hanged [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
You ought to have killed him Paulette answered very slowly. I would havewhen we found Dudleyonly
he'd taken my gun. At leastI believe he had: he said I'd lost it. And I'm afraidwithout it--while Dick Hutton's
alive [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] yilai:
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I looked at her ghastly face and behaved like a fool for the hundredth time in this history; for I shoved my own
gun into her hand and told her to keep itthat I'd get another. I would have caught her in my arms if it had not
been for remembering Dudleywho was dead because the two of us had held our tongues to him. "Look here
I said irrelevantly. D'ye know Marcia thinks Macartney wants to marry her?"
He doesn't want to marry any one--except me Paulette retorted scornfully; and once more I should have
remembered Marcia across the passage [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], only I didn't. He's made love to Marciaof coursefor a blindlike he
did everything else. If we could make her realize that and that he killed Dudley as surely as if he'd lifted his
own hand to him----
But I cut her off. "By gadPaulettewhat sticks me is what Macartney did all this
for!"
Me said Paulette very bitterly. At leastat first; I'm not so sure about it now. When I first met Dick we
were in R
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