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He fondled her naked breasts with his fingers, then his mouth. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. The conflict was of short duration; for Shotbolt was no match for his athletic antagonist. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year.
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