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The thought of beauty became an obsession. Shot him, do you hear?” “Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. ‘But of course. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. I've seen many a clever cracksman, but never one like him. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine.
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