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17789	Parrish, Randall	Molly McDonald: A Tale of the Old Frontier			.txt	text/plain	79905	6038	87	The man unconsciously put one hand to his hair, his eyes laughing. good as dead, and Hamlin shot twice, and only ten cartridges left. Hamlin took the card in his hands, studied the face a moment, and then Hamlin's face became grave, his eyes also, turning toward the river. The Sergeant's eyes smiled, turning away from her face to stare out The Sergeant grasped the girl's hand, his own eyes barely The Sergeant bent his head, and then lifted his gray eyes to the girl's The Sergeant held his hat in his hand, his eyes meeting her own "Yes," her eyes still upon the Sergeant's uncovered face, "I am coming. his eyes looking straight ahead, his hand gripping his horse's bit. man's eyes were open, were staring in bewilderment at the faces. The man shuffled uneasily, but the Sergeant's right hand came to a	./cache/17789.txt	./txt/17789.txt