" Half an hour later she laid aside the book. It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. She shook her head, almost breaking a smile. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so. In the struggle the pistol went off, but without damage to either party. New customs have prevailed over the old. I—In fact, I dislike him extremely. Eh? Banging against the old rollers—that'll put some life into us both.
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