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Then he threw the letter at me. Would you like me to take one
for you?\"
\"Nah. And I heard ‘Alcide’ sing, and that little dance she did. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?"
"No," answered Quilt, sullenly. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another. ”
She looked up at him, and found he was watching her closely. Her back arched and she felt herself instinctively
sinking into him. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending
loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. He returned her
to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00.
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