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They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy; he let out a sigh. “You cannot give me ultimatums. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. Why? Here was a curtain indeed. This chap's recovery all depends upon the care he receives. She had no place she loved.
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