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She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. “I ought to have done. Lucy sighed. She felt his erection against her naked thigh.
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