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She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. " Neither man spoke. He had seldom been more perturbed. But his astonishment would have been great indeed had he known that not even her father had ever caressed her, either with lips or with hands. I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman. He pulled on her shoulder, bringing her mouth to his in a kiss. Hastily, he reached for the door.
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