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So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. "Lady Trafford would not have thus condemned me!" cried Thames. “She has always worked very long hours as a real estate agent. \" She said, bashful. I have written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. Had he but known it, his outburst had done him no harm in the major’s eyes. “He was alive at four o’clock this afternoon,” she answered, “but the doctors give little hope of his recovery. "My heart," rejoined Thames, firmly; "which now tells me I am in the presence of his murderer.
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