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A series of photographs were taken of them: her on the stairs, the couple of them on the stairs, the couple of them in the kitchen, him pinning a red rose corsage with great care and acute sexual frustration. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. I can be that man, the one I know you want. John, I shall eat that whole tin of sardines.
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