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Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. '—'They can't,' says I. She was feeling extraordinarily well that night, so that the sense of her body was a deep delight, a realization of a gentle warmth and strength and elastic firmness. Still, his conscience was partly satisfied. We aren’t afraid; we don’t bother. All her questions would have as a background the idea of future defence. It’s all right. She was unusually soft and gentle in her manner to him.
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