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Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty. And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon your choice. I seek chaos, but not out of choice. Believe me, Anna. There are two ways to go in, you understand. Mentally but not physically competent.
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