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"Do you hear that! We are not wholly at fault. I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty, struggle. It’s an emerald. And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. Martin came to the stage from his section, his own violin in hand. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. That turned her mind to the more generalized aspects of her perplexities again.
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