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She gasped with pain, but she did not release her grip. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. Because of the Dance. She recalled him. She leaned back in the cab with half-closed eyes. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room.
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