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CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. Pitt, pointing to the prisoner. Stanley lost patience. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page.
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