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He had almost forced himself upon her one night after a particularly bloody raid of a thatched cottage. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. I call myself a man of the world, a man of many experiences, but I never knew what love meant—until I met your sister. Where the stuff came from was always a mystery.
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