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Slowly she released the hammer on the pistol, uncocking it, and Gerald became conscious that he had been holding his breath. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. ‘How dull it must have been for you, poor little one. He was followed with equal celerity by Terence and the widow. ” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated.
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