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I wanted the magic of love. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. I have a few regular patients, and I take care of them in the morning. Earles asked sharply.
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