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“We were good friends in
Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of
nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Furiously, she dashed his hands away. Like a petulant child he snapped. I'm a
graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. Everything was done in a genteel and ordinary way, but on
the other hand, there was no lingering. ” He extended his hand. She was flushed, and her eyes were
bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in
wandering strands of black. "
"My God!" cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, "I have killed her.
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