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He had grabbed her in the stream, embracing her naked body tightly, running his hands over her breasts and clutching her buttocks. This made the eleventh. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. “Of course!” he said. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader.
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