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Come into the parlour, Winifred, and dry your eyes directly, or I'll send you to bed. He rose slowly and extended it. You won’t have a man’s lips near you, but you’ll eat out of his hand fast enough. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear.
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