CHAPTER VIII. It’s a damned hard thing to do. Further on, there were impressions of bloody footsteps along the floor. Only sat, staring at him, a puzzled look in her face. And here she was—in a mess because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man. I'll see her myself; and that's more than she bargained for, I'll be sworn.
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