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“I am glad,” she told herself, “I came. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats. " "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand. Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles.
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