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We'll be upon the ban-dogs before they can shake their trotters!" And the alarm was sounded more loudly than ever. She kissed his neck and licked him there. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. She was unusually soft and gentle in her manner to him. “Very well,” he said, “I will go. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint shudder stir her shoulders. "Oh! nothin' partickler—mere curossity," replied Terence.
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