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“It jars. The key's in the lock, on the inner side. "What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. Near by stood Ah Cum and the young unknown, the former protesting gently, the latter insistent upon his demands. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. . ’ There was a silence. Forgive me. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back.
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