She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. " "Perhaps I read of it somewhere. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. Wood, at the top of her voice.
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