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‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. You know that I am practically destitute, without means or any certain knowledge of where my next meal is coming from. Open the window, Thames, and call for assistance. But I waited in vain. I told her I was sick today and she told me to get over myself. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty.
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