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It was empty. "The night before last, Mr. Rhea’s head exploded into a spray of blood, brain, and bone. She never even graduated high school, and that has been a thorn in her side ever since. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. “There is something to be said for the lady-like theory after all,” she admitted. Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which was wholly suppositional. Presently repellance grew under the frozen mask of astonishment and dissipated it.
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