" "My God!" cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, "I have killed her. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet. She was always initiating petty breaches of discipline. The man’s hand flashed out, but immediately afterwards an oath and a cry of pain broke from his lips. ’ ‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille.
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