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For a time Ann Veronica went on her way gauging the quality of sordid streets. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. She could not speak. His complexion was pale; and there was something sinister in the expression of his large black eyes. She crushed the letter in her hand.
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