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She was the actress his whim had chosen to play a passive part. She cried out with the pain of it. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. You go home and wait a century, Vee, and then try again. "Whatever you say—you, behind those stars there, if you are a God. She let go of him and stood up, straightening herself. Wood, who had worked herself into a passion; "and, I'll warrant 'em, the boldest robber among 'em shall repent it, if he comes across me. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. Men do not understand constancy as women do.
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