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Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. The word "criticism" had no concrete meaning to her then; no more than "compromise. He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. She had a nut-brown skin, a swarthy upper lip, a merry black eye, a prominent bust, and a tun-like circumference of waist. Ever hear of the djinn in the bottle? Like enough.
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