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She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. His analytical bent saved him many times, though he was not sensitive to this. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. "For the caption!" replied Jackson, coolly drawing a brace of pistols from his pockets. "No!" she cried. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence.
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