” His voice conveyed studied moderation. “Shit happens, John. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. and those two beggars laughing as they breasted death! Girl, you've gone and done it!" He leaned down and caught her by the hand, and then raced with her to the bungalow. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune.
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