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“His dress for no man lays a snare; A man scores always, everywhere. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. He stole his chance and thrust his hand towards hers. And so she came upon the word Love. " Ten minutes' walk brought them to the hotel. His wife met him at the door, and into her hands he delivered his little charge.
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