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" "I don't unterstand you," returned Mrs. He sent a speculative glance at the immobile yellow face. It makes me desire life beyond measure. "You are alone?" said one of the spinsters—Prudence Jedson. Wood, sharply. Melusine cursed herself for his injury. But it don't much matter—though he's a devilish shrewd fellow, and might have helped me out of a difficulty, had any occurred. I’M shaken. He glanced at Ruth (who had stood with her back to the wall, pinned there throughout the contest by terror and the knowledge of her own helplessness), then at the bronze menace, and calculated correctly that this particular adventure was finished.
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