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Her last words had been in the nature of a farewell. There was no more
to say. Not even good-bye. I must go before that old, insatiable
longing for her arose in me again.
lost. He had never cowered before anyone in his life, I think, but he
cowered now before Pierre Caribou.
"Hewlett!" he cried in a high-pitched, quavering voice, "help me throw
this old fool out of the way." "Paul!" she said faintly.
"Jacqueline!"
"Paul! Bend down. I want to speak to you. Do you know I have been have pierced a vital part. But we must be very gentle in moving her.
You had better bring the sleigh here, and you and I will lift her into
it. And then--I shall not see her again."
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