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We were to have breakfast there and return in the evening. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. ” For a moment she was grave. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. So long as a man behaves himself, I can't refuse him liquor.
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