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She fought a compulsive urge to yank his shirt free. Horrible details recurred to her. A dovecoloured kincob gown, embroidered with large trees, and made very low in front, displayed to the greatest possible advantage, the rounded proportions of her figure; while a high-heeled, red-leather shoe did not detract from the symmetry of a very neat ankle, and a very small foot. The period of repression was over. It wasn’t long ago that a girl went straight from the farm to her husband, just as soon as her period came and she could make babies. ’ ‘Gad, but she’s a beauty,’ gasped Hilary, and slammed his sword back in its scabbard. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. It’s no half reform either. Almost worthy of your own fertile imagination. “No, don’t interrupt me.
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