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She felt a cheat and a sneak to his unsuspecting retreating back. He had a narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried itself deeply in the wall. ‘Peste,’ she wailed, as Emile dropped to the floor, ducking down. It is what I have done. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself.
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