" "My courage gave out. “To the best of my belief,” she said, with quiet dignity, “I have never seen either of you before in my life. " "What proof have you that I am?"—was the return bolt. . CHAPTER XXXII. ’ ‘Was it?’ Her lips twitched. Manning,” she said, “I HAVE a confession to make. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. Pitt, pointing to the prisoner. Then, even as they stood there, the room was plunged into darkness. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger.
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