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I burned it. She struggled not to be afraid. " Upon which he drew the trigger of the pistol, which, luckily for the individual against whom it was aimed, flashed in the pan. For each costume she had devised a suitable form of matrimonial refusal. “I saw him stagger and sink down, and the pistol was smoking still in my hand. It fell with a clatter to the floor. The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him, to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her. ‘Let’s check the rest of it and then I suppose we will have to break in.
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