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“Then,” I brokenly rejoined, “I had better leave this place; I do not see what more I have to do or say here.”
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“I don’t understand you,” he murmured, sweeping his hand in a dazed way over his brow. “You saw him then? Spoke to him? Impossible!”
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“A woman!” was all he said; “a woman!” turning pale enough now, God knows.
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I did not go on, for he had leaped the gap which separated us and had me gently Christian Fuchs Jersey but firmly by the arm.
“Of whom are you speaking?” he demanded. “What woman has my secret — if secret I have? Let me hear her name, now, at once.”
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