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This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. One research is very like another. He rose at once to his feet and turned a white face upon her. “I was sick of the make-believe.
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