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Gustav Klimt The Kiss Again she glanced at him quickly, furtively, but he seemed just as usual - he evidently meant just what he said and no more.
"I thought they was shouting something in the street - I mean just before I was took bad."
It was now Bunting's turn to stare at his wife quickly and rather furtively.
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He had felt sure that her sudden attack of queerness, of hysterics - call it what you might - had been due to the shouting outside. She was not the only woman in London who had got the Avenger murders on her nerves. His morning paper said quite a lot of women were afraid to go out alone. Was it possible that the curious way she had been taken just now had had nothing to do with the shouts and excitement outside?
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