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“Perhaps for myself I do not mind, but this man is sure to find out some day, and he will not like having been deceived. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. He hated the taste of it. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. The key's in the lock, on the inner side.
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