"Thank Heaven! I'm not basely born. ‘Either you tell me why you want the wretched animal, or it stays here. As he felt the threshold of soft wetness he froze and said, “Lucy, are you sure?” She whispered, “Yes,” and guided the top of his penis into her vagina. He had diverged only a little from the truth when he said that his chief interest in life was women. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. He thanked God for this talent of his. It was for ever. ‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. So it does.
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