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you girl! You innocent seventeen-year-old girl! You that couldn't

hurt any creature! You so tender--so gentle!Bah! you fooled ood woman's--more

terrible than a--bad womanBut I deserved this Once I used--to

beOnly, the torture!Why didn't you--kill ht?

Joan--Randle--watch lad you--you--did for meMan or beast--I believe--I loved

you!"

Joan dropped the gun and sank beside hi her hands She wanted to tell him she was sorry, that he

drove her to it, that he ue clove to the roof of her e, slower and ot her The white shaded out of his face,

leaving a gray like that of his so fro of a racked body ceased And all

that seee of the dim

borderland between life and death Presently his shoulders slipped

along the wall and he fell, to lie limp and motionless before Joan

Then she fainted