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Stanley went on, “but there are things— there are stories about Ramage. He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences. “So am I the jewel or the bug inside?” He smiled. You will stop at once. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor.
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