And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. ” “I don’t think it makes a rap of difference, except for one thing. She had just managed to reach it, grabbing for the handle, when the enemy’s cracked command halted her. For a time she promenaded the room. Wood hadn't struck me. 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.
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