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"I will not do it! I will not do it! " Those had been Clyne's last words on the subject; uttered and repeated with a heat which proved that, in coming to this decision, he fought against his own heart as much as against her arguments. "I will not do it! But do you," with something of his former violence, "tell me where he is! Tell me at once, and I will go and question him."
"And I," she had answered with spirit, "will not tell you."