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Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. For each costume she had devised a suitable form of matrimonial refusal. So I introduced him to my father-in-law like a shot. ‘I’ll make it, miss. Then Mr. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. It’s on the horse.
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