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"Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. She became eager to explain herself, to show herself in the right light. As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. " "Iss, missis," grinned the black. Both, perhaps?’ At that, her eyes darkened with fury. Considering his convictions he felt that his remark was a generous one.
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