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"Then you want him to meet his fate of life in death!" said Etwald, curtly. CHAPTER XXII. FOR THE DEFENSE. Patricia had an uneasy sense of insincerity in the light tone, but a swift glance into the wide eyes of the smiling Doris reassured her..
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