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He took his social pleasures once a year in Hong-Kong, after Easter. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. “How would you know?” Michelle’s interest was piqued. He pushed her small hand into his jeans. Michelle was too polite to put it into words. Mr. ’ ‘Ha! You’re Catholic, too, damn his eyes,’ growled the general. ’ She bit her lip, frowning. He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening.
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