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"I've done no more than my duty, Mrs. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. ” She kissed him passionately, and ran lightly upstairs. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. I snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired.
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