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I surveyed with horror the recumbent, angular figure stretched out on the long, narrow, horsehair sofa. The shut eyes -- it was selfish to leave me like this.
"There, miss, don't take on," Mrs. Petrie was saying. "The poor thing's coming round now. Slipping dead off out of things -- many's the time I've wished I could -- even though you have come down for a bit of pleasuring."