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"You kin?" Jim exclaimed. "Well, I'll be razzle-dazzled!" "Were you here when Mr Lawrence shot himself?" exclaimed Captain Acton to the hunchback Paul, who cowered in his corner with white cheeks and terrified looks. "Go outside," he whispered. "Please do; I kin stand anythin', but I don't want you to see it.".
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