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"No," said Etwald, rising. "We have talked long enough on this subject. It is plain that we three men are in love with the same woman. You can't blame me, nor I you. Miss Dallas is a sufficiently beautiful excuse for our madness. I spoke out simply because I want you both to understand the position. You are warned, and we can now do battle for the smiles of this charming lady. Let the best man win!" "One moment, Miss Dallas. What influence has Etwald over the negress?" "You may laugh, but it's true, all the same," said Judith decisively. "And I'll prove it to you all before long—see if I don't.".
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