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“I mean to,” she replied. "And so I want the boy out of the way," he concluded. ’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. She cried out in pain, then in pleasure as he thrust himself into her. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. " Ruth laughed. Close behind him stood the tall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony hands, his scraggy neck, and ill-favoured countenance.
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