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Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. He strangled the infant, which slipped out of his hands and screamed. "So you did," replied the prize-fighter. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. Disappointment flickered in Gerald’s chest, and he did not hesitate to speak his mind, unable to help a reproachful note. Where the stuff came from was always a mystery. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. “You too sing?” he asked.
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