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This was enough for the poor widow. To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. ” She surveyed this sentence for some time before going on. He devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her breast against the imitation silk, his memory still exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt. ” She was frightened—his anger always did frighten her—and in her resolve to conceal her fright she carried a queen-like dignity to what she felt even at the time was a preposterous pitch. ” His arms were around her. " "I will—I will," replied Wood hastily. Critically, she stared at her own features. I don’t know. I believe that I have heard my sister speak of you. I came here peaceably, and I only ask for a few words with you. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. He moved slightly, and she went on, with a slight catching of her breath: “It’s a bother and disturbance, but you see—” She had to go through with it now, because she could think of nothing but her preconceived words.
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