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He gripped one of her pert nipples with his fingers as he came inside her. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. “You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One wants to be CLEAN. ’ He sat looking her over in silence for a moment or two, his thoughts revolving around the name and the way it fitted so exquisitely on quite another set of features. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. It was his heart. But I will not believe you.
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