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Herr Freudenberg's cold eyes were suddenly fixed upon her face. His fingers stopped their drumming upon the tablecloth. "Proceed!" "I meant to shoot him," she confessed. "I thought that if I could not escape afterwards it was so easy for people to believe that he was my lover, that it was a crime of jealousy, a moment's passion.
Twenty thousand of them, my friend, and not a scruple amongst the lot!" He moved in his place a little restlessly. "One does not fight in these ways nowadays," he protested. "Pig-headed Englishman!" she murmured. "You to say that, too!" His thoughts flashed back to those few moments of vivid life in his own rooms. He thought of Freudenberg's calm perseverance. An uncomfortable feeling seized him.
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