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Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. This is no place for me. I will not be sent away. Don't unman him. Let’s go up to my room. That's worth something to me; for I don't mind paying for revenge. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. But he looked back into the hall and spoke to the sergeant who could just be seen behind him.
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