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\" \"Oh, come on!\" Shari exclaimed, putting her cocoa down and burying her face in a fat white pillow. He was not due from the City until about six, and so she went and played Badminton with the Widgett girls until dinner-time. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. He saw her young and graceful back as she descended from the carriage, severely ignoring him, and recalled a glimpse he had of her face, bright and serene, as his train ran out of Wimbledon. Her knees were trembling, her whole frame was shaken with sobs. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity.
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