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He pushed her to his bed, little more than a cot, and pulled off her clothes. ’ ‘And do not say you made a mull. “I ought to have done anything! “What’s a man for? “Friendship!” He doubled up his fist, and seemed to contemplate thrusting it through the window. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. People of your sort—I don’t want the instincts to—to rush our situation. In lieu of it, he still adhered to the sleek black crop, which, throughout life, formed a distinguishing feature in his appearance. She had never even brought a friend home in her time at the Becks, let alone been asked on dates. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. ‘Tell me, my boy.
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