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The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. Using the shirt, she cleaned away the blood. And, anyhow, it doesn’t matter to us. She had intended to be quietly dignified, but he was in a smouldering rage from the beginning, and began by assuming, which alone was more than flesh and blood could stand, that the insurrection was over and that she was coming home submissively.
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