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She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. I wasn’t. “It is you alone, Nigel, who have saved me from being an old maid. You must be lonely here with only a few men friends. It’s a world of dirt and skin diseases and parasites. She felt that perhaps, in her desire to play an adequate part in the conversation, she had talked rather more freely than she ought to have done, and given him a wrong impression of herself. Seeing the footman about to follow her in, Gerald clamped a hand onto his shoulder. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. Efforts were made to staunch his wounds and surgical assistance sent for.
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