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’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. He feared to antagonize that distinguished person. Then he relaxed back a little, and let the weapon dangle from his fingers. I wasn’t. "You've won your wager.
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