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"Curse him!" muttered Abraham. "Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory. But d—n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable. She stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes. . . ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. I cannot protect you. Analysis would come later, when the primitive conscience, satisfied, would cease to dominate his thought and action.
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