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\" He rose and departed. He did not particularly care. Annabel, I cannot believe it. If it came at all, it was as fleeting as the girl's smile. "Don't stir," replied Jack. McClintock did not exaggerate his ability to read faces. I feel almost inclined to regret the fact. It has been only the sort of nonsense which passes lightly enough between half the men and women in London. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men. But they found him on the veranda when they returned from McClintock's that evening.
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