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Prisoners

CHAPTER XXVIII
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I have dragged myself through all kinds of sordid passions since--we parted." Tears of rage stood in his eyes.

He looked at her through them.

It seemed as if no wounding word under heaven would be left to say by the time he had finished.
"And I did not come back in order to make amends," he went on.

"You know me very little if you think that.

I came back solely out of pique.


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