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I put your clothes out an hour ago. I want to be a person by myself, and to pull my own strings. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. ‘But how do you come here?’ ‘Down on a routine patrol, unluckily for you,’ he answered grimly. "He who stands on the verge of the grave, as I do, should never be unprepared. This is your room. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fall of the heavy body, the groan,—and excited almost to frenzy by his fears, he succeeded in forcing open the door.
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