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He
studied
her
closely
and
did
not
try
to
conceal
his
inspection
.
"
Built
like
a
brick
outhouse
,
"
he
said
,
"
soft
and
smooth
and
strong
and
good
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
?
You
’
ve
never
felt
me
.
"
"
If
I
ever
do
,
you
’
d
better
run
like
hell
.
"
"
My
love
.
"
"
Come
off
it
.
There
’
s
something
wrong
here
.
I
’
m
conceited
enough
to
know
the
caliber
of
my
attractiveness
.
What
do
you
want
?
You
’
re
a
fine
broth
of
a
dame
but
you
’
re
also
smart
.
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
I
told
your
fortune
and
it
’
s
coming
true
.
"
"
And
you
want
to
suck
along
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Now
I
can
believe
you
.
"
He
raised
his
eyes
.
"
Mary
of
my
heart
,
"
he
said
,
"
look
on
your
husband
,
your
lover
,
your
dear
friend
.
Guard
me
against
evil
from
within
me
and
from
harm
without
.
I
pray
for
your
help
,
my
Mary
,
for
a
man
has
a
strange
and
wind
-
troubled
need
and
the
ache
of
the
ages
is
on
him
to
spread
his
seeds
everywhere
.
Ora
pro
me
.
"
"
You
’
re
a
fake
,
Ethan
.
"
