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“I say!” he cried. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. Yesterday!—who cared? To-morrow!—who knew? "Porpoise," she said, touching his hand. It had ceased to beat. She despises me, I suppose.
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