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She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. I made Hainault’s acquaintance, stood him drinks, lent him money. Let her see if she could manage this one, perhaps turn all to suit herself? ‘What do you think to do with me now?’ The captain lowered the pistol. They had both been unsuccessful.
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