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In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape. “He was a friend of your sister’s, was he not?” “I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. Wood in the deepest mourning. ‘Comment? What do you wish?’ ‘What the devil do you think you’re up to now, I’d like to know?’ Her eyes flashed.
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