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She indicated the captain who had retired behind the sofa. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. Manning, I do not really want to marry. It doesn’t seem to matter. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally.
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