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You are a detective?" "Yes. ‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. “Indeed,” she said, “it was very fortunate that I should have met you this afternoon. When Sheila was in a good mood, one almost enjoyed her. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. CHAPTER XVII.
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