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“You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. He's down in Patagonia somewhere. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. Their laughter, together with the agonized yowling of the dog, drew a circle of wondering natives; and at length McClintock himself came over to see what the racket was about. He devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her breast against the imitation silk, his memory still exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt. ” Capes lifted her hand and kissed it. Of you—an angel with one wing.
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