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“Just look that through, will you. “Nor am I now,” he answered. He contrasted the lot of women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature. “He is one of our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before dinner-time. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. ” “That’s why, in a way, I’m prudish. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. She heard the shower running and looked at his floor.
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