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"One of us has got to die," he panted. I don’t care what divides us. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. And, mind! no prevaricating—nothing but the truth will satisfy me. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. He laughed reassuringly.
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