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He was wrapped in a loose dressing-gown of light material, and stood near the corner where the women's dresses had just been thrown down, quite out of sight of all the party, except Mrs. By a sort of instinct. Sheppard. Mr. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose. " "It is," replied Jack. She recovered herself, however, with amazing facility. "A knowledge of the ways of men. Confound this slavery of sex! I am a man! I will get this under if I am killed in doing it!” She scowled into the cold blacknesses about her. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. All alone; and nobody cared whether he lived or died. Altogether, it was a hideous and revolting sight. "What is this?" she wanted to know.
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