And she was about as capable of intelligent argument as a runaway steam-roller. “Let go!” she gasped at him, a blaze of anger. ‘Oh, we was always in there, miss,’ admitted Joan, moving closer. I think it inadvisable—I don’t want an intimacy to spring up between you and a man of that type.
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