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” She paused. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. Missy looked like a troll with lipstick on. ’ ‘Ah. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. "What for?" demanded Wood.
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