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He was almost frightening in silhouette, his hair uncontrollable under the best of circumstances, but that changed when you saw his face. Your husband could have told you that. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout. ” The man made no attempt to recover the revolver.
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