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The other was to go into business—into a photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop. She shattered the edifice he was building up of himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless and consuming passion. The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and held her fast. The last thing that she remembered was her eyes crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her clothing. It is no more a murder, but a duel, you understand.
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