’ ‘That is what you think? Let us try!’ ‘Don’t be idiotic!’ She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully manufactured in her petticoat. Into this new world, vivid with colour, came Spurlock, receptively. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more need be said about the matter.
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