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1. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. "Lady Trafford would not have thus condemned me!" cried Thames. He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. “Do you mean to say that you have been here ever since I came?” “I am afraid that I must confess it,” he answered. " He held out his dry hard hand into which she placed hers. You’ve got to take what you can get. "And had you been the worst scoundrel unhung, I'd have seen to it that you had the same care, the same chance. ‘Now then, girl. . I thought my sister and her murdered husband dragged me hither, to this very room, and commanded you to slay me. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel.
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