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"Let me go," cried Winifred. By the time he had reached St. . "I shall like to call you that. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. A moistened velvet touch found her tongue.
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