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” Ann Veronica was stung to helpless anger. She could feel his penis pressing against her, half-erect under the starched black tuxedo pants. That is easy. Jack in all probability, would have escaped, if Langley, who was left in the Lodge, had not been alarmed at the noise and rushed thither. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. It is not for myself I fear. In the mean time, let me advise you as a friend not to irritate him by a refusal, which would be as useless as vexatious.
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