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\"This is my best friend, Mark. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. "Ay, murder him, if you like the term," returned Wild. She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. " Her attitude now entirely sisterly, he ceased to be afraid of her; there was never anything in her eyes (so far as he could see) but friendly interest in all he said or did. I do, however. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping.
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