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“I did not,” Anna answered. "Choose, Jack. Mauled about!” She fell to rubbing her insulted lips savagely with the back of her hand. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. Not afraid of me, either. “The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that this is very sudden. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. " "Of course," rejoined Quilt, maliciously; "every thief is so.
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