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‘I cannot possibly shoot a lady, you know. I took the money myself, and ought to know. I'll send for Wu Fang. Were it not for your voice, I don't think I should know you. He pictured himself visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the lips. It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety.
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