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“You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!” This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. " "I'm a doctor. To lose was death, quickly and mercilessly delivered. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. “Put her in the trunk. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any communication with him.
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