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People of your sort—I don’t want the instincts to—to rush our situation. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. Just dreamed—and ran away even from my dreams. He did so care for you.
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