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She allowed herself to be ejected, therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and her own slight wound in the kitchen. The manager twisted his moustache. "I've done all I can to the portrait here. I hated him. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. She has contrived to keep out of my sight up to this time, and I've no doubt she'll keep out of it altogether for the future. I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket.
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