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But there is no such thing as an Indian in _The Banker's Daughter_, her mistress had said.
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I fear you are deceiving me, Mary Anne, and that you have been to some low place on the Bowery.
human
put me on to a disorderly house where we could get some stones. I had everything
gpt
The
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had arranged it with the copper on the beat, and it seemed like a sure thing; although the Madam, I understood, was a good shot and had plenty of nerve. My accomplice, the heeler, was a sure thing grafter, who had selected me because I had the requisite nerve and was no squealer. At two o'clock in the morning a trusted pal and I ascended from the back porch to the Madam's bed-room. I had just struck a match, when I heard a female voice say,
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What are you doing there? and a bottle, fired at my head, banged up against the wall with a crash. I did not like to alarm women, and so I made my