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“The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. He walked through a wide open archway, curtained with deep-blue curtains, into the apartment that served as a reception-room. The leg and wing of a duck were disposed of by this gentleman in a twinkling; a brace of pigeons and a pound of steak followed with equal celerity; and he had just begun to make a fierce assault upon the eggs and ham. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. ” “Yes, but men;” said Ann Veronica, plunging; “don’t you want the love of men?” For some seconds they remained silent, both shocked by this question. Jackson smiled and put on the air of a man who knows more than he cares to tell. The contest was now carried on between Rowland and Darrell. Tell me I haven’t heard. Parbleu, but she was a fool.
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