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I know exactly what I am doing. She held her hand to the place where he had slapped her. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling.
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