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Paris, 18. The
boy she had loved was gone. I do not want to get only a second-hand
flavour of life. That—that isn’t
living! You are beside yourself. ’
‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant,
on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the
key. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have
missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. I struck him across the
mouth, and across the eyes. She resolved
not to allow him or her hunger detract from the
performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an
evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like
a precious jewel.
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