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’ ‘I suppose you want to take her along as well as that infernal stolen horse?’ said Hilary sarcastically. . One cannot trust any man at all. I have had my day; and there were women in it. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting.
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