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" But seeing that no notice was taken of the retort, he drew a little aside, and folded his arms, muttering, "This whim will soon be over. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. “One is always playing the surgeon, one kills always the thing one loves best. Her mind went on generalizing. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way.
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