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He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. ‘She is constantly thinking of you,’ I said. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. This became very interesting. ‘No, you don’t.
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