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I worshipped her and subdued myself. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. You don’t understand the fix I am in. Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. He had not had time to aim the pistol. Hollo rumbled in his throat. “I—I shall be all right directly.
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