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Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony. " "I'll never understand. I'm sorry. How to hold her, how to keep her at his side; this was the problem with which he struggled. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. Sudden indignation boiled up in him.
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