She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. ‘My God!’ he said, ‘I’ll go after them and kill him. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. It'll be turning over to-morrow. ‘Only me name,’ Kimble said apologetically.
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