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She breathed deeply of the starch of his shirt. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. She was quite the rage, in a small way, you know. I know all about it. If not, keep up your spirits. Sorry to be so nosy. If Ann Veronica could have put words to that song they would have been, “Hot-blooded marriage or none!” but she was far too indistinct in this matter to frame any words at all.
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