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My nerves were in rags. Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to look for his hostess. Her natural instincts reasserted themselves. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. At last, she breathed. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. She was shifting, moving back.
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