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Hastily, he reached for the door. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. She shattered the edifice he was building up of himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless and consuming passion. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. "What's all this?" exclaimed Wood in amazement. This also struck her as odd. Petals!.
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