How the deuce, though, am I going to account for her? People will be asking questions when they see her; and if I tell the truth, they'll start to snubbing her. . “How dare you!” she panted, with her world screaming and grimacing insult at her. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. I—I hurt myself. The elements were wrathful as their passions.
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