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"Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. Besides, she will do no such thing. Then, as Ramage readjusted himself in a corner, he remarked: “These young people shoot up, Stanley. She twisted to meet him and folded into his embrace. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. There was no other door in it, and Jack therefore struck into another entry which branched off to the right. And I want you for myself—for my wife. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. ‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall.
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