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I had a perfect shoal of callers. He then descended; and having induced Bess to take off some part of her clothing, he tore the gown and petticoat into shreds and twisted them into a sort of rope which he fastened to the lower bars of the window. He was—a millionaire. The strong fingers of one hand secured both her wrists there, and Melusine found herself chest to chest with him as he threw off his hat, and began to pat at her petticoat, searching for tell-tale protrusions. She did not remember how many seasons it took before she relented, how much time before she decided to toy with his affections. The women’s meeting was much more charged with emotional force than the Socialists’. Hitherto, no visiters had been permitted to see him.
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