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"Mr. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. 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.
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