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She must kill this man, or kill herself. We had not then recovered from the shock. ’ ‘It’s no use blaming me, Gerald,’ uttered Roding, shrugging helplessly as his senior turned questioning eyes on him. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor. ’ She grimaced. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore.
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