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Yet here you are, and at precisely the right moment, too. Anyhow, it were me as got you down to the wetnurse. . behind the Laundromat. The knife is at my breast. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. I don’t care WHAT happens. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard.
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