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There has never been a white woman at McClintock's. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. The family always managed to make it home for supper, even though it was a dying custom. With the aid of a penknife he ripped the shoulder seams and drew out the ten one-thousand dollar bills.
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