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CHAPTER XXVI. What a pity! For all her ignorance of material things—the human inventions which served the physical comforts of man—how much she knew about man himself! She had seen him bereft of all those spiritual props which permit man to walk on two feet instead of four—broken, without resilience. May I know your name?’ The lady eyed him. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Everything was very neat; it had evidently been straightened up and kept for her. She had always wondered when they would start being able to trace her kills, with their expanding systems of criminal databases and computers, and now it was starting to happen. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own.
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