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Stanley, standing up with a sudden geniality and rubbing his hands together. In any case, he is liable to discover it at any time. She was asked to meet him after his game Saturday afternoon. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper.
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