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But we've got to cook up some kind of a story to protect her. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. I ought to have gone long ago. I’ve told them all that was necessary, but I— wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my wound—or I should have bled to death. To make sure work of it, I'll superintend the job myself. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. " "And you want me to find a minister?" she asked, with ready comprehension. White said slowly, “it depends a good deal upon what rooms you have.
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