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” He replied solemnly, looking straight into her eyes. You’re tired, of course. You shall not take me alive. But though she lied about pretty much everything else, she didn’t lie about that. She donned her gloves. She could feel her body rebel against her actions, convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing across the rivers of her home. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. “It’s about forty pounds.
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