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" "Keep in your own room, at all events," rejoined Kneebone. She looked at him as he fingered a small switch on the side of the helicopter’s door. Expiation. Listen to me, Winifred. I needed a man the worst kind of way—a man I could keep for at least six months. Everything proclaimed the mischievous propensities of the recent occupants of the chamber. She launched into a stuffy Partita 89 and played it too fast. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader.
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