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He rose slowly and extended it. He glanced up. To that, perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. In truth, she would quite like to have him rescue her. The perception of him flooded her being. It was years before your time. The mighty concourse became for a moment still.
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