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If he died, here in this hotel, who would
care? Or if she died, who would care?
A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of
trying to forget. Do
you think I forget it? Didn't they help themselves to all the plate and the money
—to several of my best dresses, and amongst others, to my favourite kincob
gown; and I've never been able to get another like it! Marry, come up! I'd hang
'em all, if I could. "It is time!"
"For what?" grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes. So they fenced
with smiles. They had heard nothing, seen nothing. But I shan't let him off thus. He knocked on the
doorframe.
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