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She licked his neck, which put him over the top. ‘Well, I thought as how someone in the house in Paddington might see me hanging about outside like. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. ‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as she fitted the veil over her head. ” She caressed his cheek seductively with her left palm and he closed his eyes in dreamy anticipation. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. It was something that would create a mutual claim, a relationship.
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