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The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full. All he will say is that she said so—as if anyone could believe a word the girl said. For all the enervating heat, he applied himself vigorously to his tasks. Naturally he was a member of the National Honor Society and a straight A student on the Honor Roll.
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