She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. At the same time she was wildly exultant at the resolution she had taken, the end she had made to her blunder. “She’s all right. All that is jolly and as it should be. She became as The Tigress, a free thing. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall.
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