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"Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. "Oh! he'll be after you directly. But, by Jove! you are fierce! You are like those Roman women who carry stilettos in their hair. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. It hit her just above the knee. I don’t think they do matter.
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