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This laugh and his looks alarmed her. A deadlock. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on flinging—such considerations to the wind. He no longer made love to her, as there was no point. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. Just me and another girl named Krista who turned eighteen and left right about when I got there. 276 He opened the box.
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