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Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. She was emerging from the primordial as Spurlock was declining toward it. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel.
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