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She moved forward almost indiscernibly, a millimeter. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. It would not burden him with any obligation. She was not a reversion to type, which intimates the primordial; she suggested rather the incarnation of some goddess of the South Seas. She had agonized over it for weeks. .
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