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She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. Sheppard. “Wow, congratulations, Martin. He'll be brought out at this door, and may probably make some resistance. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked.
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