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The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could not. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. " "Didn't the natives have a name for you?" She blushed. He’s the handle of life for you. ‘You speak as if you expected to meet her again, Gerald. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling.
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