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. He looked at his friend. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. ” For a moment she was grave. Blood and bone, body and spirit, she is selfish through and through. ‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. Oh, I grew fond of you as the years went by. “I’m not the Devil. ” “You came to tell me this?” “I came for you,” he declared fiercely. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. “It was a bad day for me,” he said, speaking slowly and painfully.
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