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The noose was at its throat when I called for help. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. ” The corners of her lips rose along with her eyebrows.
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