” The detective thrust his notebook into his pocket. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. If I don't, you shall clap me in the Condemned Hold in his stead.
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