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He moved her dress from her shoulders and off her torso. “Pray accept my apologies. Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. Then her fingers moved. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. That is the dreadful truth. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred.
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