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At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. Half an hour passed, but Jack did not make his appearance. ” “Do you drink blood?” He stood up. " Her utterance was here choked by sobs. I’m not that sort I quite agree. ” His voice assumed an easy detached tone. Then he understood. Two women entered and sat down at the adjoining table. And an Englishman, which is my right of birth. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child.
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