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"As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. Maybe later. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. It was a brief solitude, however. He grew more ardent, sliding her breasts out of the strapless bodice of her gown. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity.
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