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front ofat me reflectively

"Now, Macumazahn," she said, with a little sirl has you, the wise, experienced white enerous Do you think

that I do not read your heart, that I do not know that you believe I

a you down to shame and ruin? Well, I spare you, Macumazahn,

since you have kissed otten, but which I do not forget Go your road, Macuo mine, since the proud white man shall not be stained withI forbid you--to believe that you

have been listening to lies, and that I have merely played off a woman's

arts upon you for my own ends I love you, Macumazahn, as you will never

be loved till you die, and I shall never love any other man, however

--that once in

ain before all

et your white

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will be as friends only"