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CHAPTER II. THE ASHANTEE DEVIL-STICK. "It is green, with a handle of gold, and blue stones set into the gold." "I hate to go, don't you?" she said, as they came out into the corridor, which was dimmer than ever in the sparsely lit twilight. "I love— Oh, how you made me jump!" she cried, starting back as a figure stepped from the alcove by the street entrance..
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