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Each time that we meet I try to kill you. God must love me, for he has guided me here. "To shoot you would be to lose the reward. “Let me see,” he said. “Some day you will be my wife, and it would not be well for either of us to remember that in these unhappy days you and I were separated. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl.
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