‘Of course I see that,’ she said impatiently. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening.
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