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It was as if the Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it. I'll bet you've been in Hong-Kong these two weeks already, and never a line to me. I made her my unwilling confederate. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity.
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