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"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. When Ann Veronica got it she had at first a wild, fantastic idea that it contained a tip. But such is the perversity of the human that frequently thereafter he purposely crooked the part in his hair, to give her the excuse to fetch the comb. The man was dangerous. Her sleepless night had left her languid but not stupefied, and for an hour or so the work distracted her altogether from her troubles. " Ideas are never born; they are suggested; they are planted seeds. I stole away and walked to the railway station.
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