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She drew a long breath. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. “His dress for no man lays a snare; A man scores always, everywhere. Wanton!… This, then, was what her father had meant. Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation. She reeled in excitement, she unzipped his pants while kissing him, trying not to let herself stop touching him as she unclothed him.
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