The Girl From Hollywood
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permitted her to lose her head. She saw that it was either his life or hers, as he saw the matter, and that it was going to be hers was obvious.
The man stood facing her, holding her by the wrist. His eyes appraised her boldly.
"You damn good-looking," he said, and pulled the girl toward him. "Before I kill you, I———"
He threw an arm about her roughly, and, leaning far over her as she pulled away, he sought to reach her lips with his.
