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That paper must be signed, or I take my departure. “No, he grabbed my hand. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. She remembered the doctor's warning that the real battle would begin when the patient recovered consciousness. She wondered wildly why she had stood up. "A thousand pounds," he observed, gloomily, "is a heavy price to pay for doubtful secrecy, when certain silence might be so cheaply procured. But he reckoned without his host. “I did it for love of you,” he said.
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