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Sir James immediately relaxed and digging into thepocket of his coat produced a box of matches and commencedat last to light his cigar. It seemed a miracle to Lorie that a man had walked in who could figure that out so quick. They squatted in the shade of the springhouse for a bit, their backs against the adobe, which was still cool on the side the sun hadn't struck. A large cross-ntsaw of the type used by convicts leaned against oneill, its blade bucked into a gentle curve.
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