Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. The fact that it was her trusted friend making illicit love to her remained, in spite of all her effort, an insignificant thing in her mind. He was like a man beside himself. . I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. “I murdered them, John. "It is droll," he said. ’ She closed her mind on the possibility of finding out, and went on, ‘But me, I have been in a war, and I have won.
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