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Why in heaven’s name didn’t I think of that before?’ ‘What are you talking of?’ ‘Never mind that now. He found the door ajar, and, to his surprise, perceived little Winifred seated at a table, busily engaged in tracing some design upon a sheet of paper. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. Mr. The worst was over now. Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street. It was time to leave America. Mr.
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