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They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. . But the besetting evil of the place, and that which drew down the severest censures of the writers above-mentioned, was that this spot,—which of all others should have been most free from such intrusion—was made a public exhibition. He had died before they married, and when her brother became a widower she had come to his assistance and taken over much of the care of his youngest daughter. “Idiotic, isn’t it?” “Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. ” She said. He did not like it.
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