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"To—to—no matter what," returned the widow distractedly. Prudence shook her head. Her fingers rested upon his. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. We've never caught him cheating at cards; too clever; but we know he cheats. I always say that it’s poverty before everything that makes a girl skip the line.
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