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Her blood spurted into his mouth and he drank. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside. “I know,” she said quietly, “that Paris, where she has been so much admired, is not a good place for her. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. Drummond took up a cigarette and lit it.

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