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Her body went into spasm. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. Papillon would have broken him down; anything tender would have sapped his will; and like as not he would have left the stool and rushed into the night. Her back arched slightly in response. Leave the means to me.
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