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Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. Martha was quite right. But that explains everything. She unlaced his pants and slid them down his hips, examining him as he stood before her naked. "But vere'll be the use o' vinnin'? you von't live to pay me. Something about the girl had suggested an idea.
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