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It had ceased to beat. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. “You are a funny, a very funny young lady,” he said, “but we waste time here. Years ago, when you were a girl and in the bloom of your beauty, I loved you. ” “My wife was astounded—wounded beyond measure. Let’s go. "He's not to blame," said Jack, rising.
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