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The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. Good night. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. ‘It does not matter to me if he comes or no, madame. Then Courtlaw looked across at her with a white puzzled face. " At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand.
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