“My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. She shook her head, almost breaking a smile. Snatching-up his pistols, he rushed to the door, but to his horror found it fastened.
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