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It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. He yelled but he had no breath to support his own voice. She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat. There is only Gerald to see me, after all. ” “You came to tell me this?” “I came for you,” he declared fiercely.
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