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On the Bright Shore
Turning her eyes, filled with feigned terror, to his face, which was really like the face of a madman, she asked,—
"Do you want to kill me?"
"I want pay—not in money!" answered he, in a stifled voice. Then growing paler yet, he seized her in his arms; and she began to defend herself. But she did so like a fainting woman whom terror deprives of strength and consciousness.
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