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No other man should touch her; she was Hoddy's, body and soul, in this life and after. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. From then on he was Ruth's dog. I spoke a thought aloud. White became conscious of a distinct sense of uneasiness, and showed it in her face. Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. Her unnatural calm was giving way.
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