“Yes,” he said, “I shall come. Here again instinct guided her. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall.
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