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He was no Hoddy, but a tremendous man, with hairy arms and bearded face and drink-shattered intellect. Before she put on her sun-helmet, she paused before the mirror. She found herself trying on the baubles he brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss it. Don’t, don’t say anything now, not anything. My natural parents both died a very long time ago and I have been on my own for a great deal of my existence. "I wouldn't force him for the world: but if he don't tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don't get a taste of the aqua pompaginis.
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