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THE TRESPASSER
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two lovers, her husband and Helena, rushing through the miles of morning sunshine.
“God strike her dead! Mother of God, strike her down!” she said aloud, in a low tone. She hated Helena.
Irene, who lay with her mother, woke up and began to question her.
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