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"Ah! traitor!" cried Jack, pulling the trigger of his pistol. “I’m ready,” said Ann Veronica, closing her microscope-box with a click, and looking for one brief instant up the laboratory. He had not joined Orchestra in favor of Basketball. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. “And by what right do you do anything of the sort?” “No right at all,” he admitted. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. And thus he was once more free, having effected one of the most wonderful escapes ever planned or accomplished.
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