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The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. Shari was snoring soundly. I thank God for the very skin that is peeling from your nose, for all things great and small that make us what we are. You are queerly educated; and it strikes me that your father had some definite purpose in thus educating you. You're in a more serious scrape than you imagine. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. And now her father said she must not go.
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