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He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. He stared at her stupidly, forgetting to guard against the tactics he had come to expect from her. “He says you are frigid, Madame.
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