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Sheppard, gently, "nor do I need any. I mean I’m not a good specimen of a woman. He embraced her like her father once had. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one voice in protest, the other dominant. Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively.
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