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They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. "Get from under it, Jack!" vociferated Thames. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he ought to be loved—that I cannot do. 'He that woos a maid',— fol-de-rol—(hiccupping). She simply refuses to see or hear from me again. A smile flickered upon her lips as she glanced towards Brendon, who was very serious indeed.
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