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GunA gun is an aimable weapon that launches projectiles at high velocity, or a device that resembles such a weapon used for other purposes (e.g., glue gun). The term is also used for types of artillery with long barrels that fire at a relatively flat trajectory.For handguns, long guns and historical cannons the projectile is a bullet, shot by explosives (gunpowder), but it doesn't contain explosives itself. For modern artillery the projectile is a shell, containing explosives. Technically speaking, the projectile is the weapon and the gun is the weapon platform, although with the use of bayonets and rifle butts as clubs, the double usage of the word could be forgiven. Types of guns:
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clutching the mantel-shelf.
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humility, in him, was unbearable.
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this would happen. I oughtn't to have stayed in Silliston."
"You didn't suspect that I loved you?"
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despairingly.
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I were married to him--only worse."
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and paused to look back at him, once to meet his glance. He had turned.
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me--won't you?"
"Of course I believe you, Janet," Augusta Maturity replied, trying to
suspect it either. If I had--"
"You wouldn't have brought me here, you wouldn't have asked me to stay
along that something would happen--something terrible that I hadn't any
isn't like any other man I've ever known--one can never tell what he has
"you haven't only yourself to think about, from now on."
But comfort was out of the question, the task of calming the girl
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