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“You needn’t be anxious about that! I shall contrive to live. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. Wood. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. Yes—as he would have liked. Do I blow off the head of a man with whom I am in love?’ ‘That,’ said Gerald, disengaging his hand and at last drawing her into his arms, ‘deserves a reward. "Do you submit?" interrogated Wild. ” Chapter XIX “THIS IS NOT THE END” “I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. Here one might live the life of golden days. We were hunting and were separated from the rest of the hunters, so I said, ‘There are ways for a man to escape his wife where no one is harmed. Towards night, however, he ventured out, and walked on towards London.
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