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“I wanted to make love to you. " The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes and a gentle mouth. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to allay. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. This time they would call it murder. And a time will come, Veronica, mark my words, a time will come when you will bless me for my firmness to-night. One who steals. I’m glad you could come. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. The man’s passion became almost unbearable at the thought of losing her. ’ There was a chuckle in his voice.
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