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His
name
was
Peter
Wilkins
,
and
he
was
a
traveling
salesman
.
"
Come
in
and
I
'll
make
you
a
nice
cuppa
sometime
,
"
he
called
after
her
,
rather
taken
with
those
pale
,
intriguing
eyes
.
Justine
did
,
careful
not
to
choose
a
time
when
Mrs.
Devine
was
lurking
jealously
about
,
and
got
quite
used
to
fighting
Peter
off
.
The
years
of
riding
and
working
on
Drogheda
had
endowed
her
with
considerable
strength
,
and
she
was
untroubled
by
shibboleths
like
hitting
below
the
belt
.
"
God
damn
you
,
Justine
!
"
gasped
Peter
,
wiping
the
tears
of
pain
from
his
eyes
.
"
Give
in
,
girl
!
You
've
got
to
lose
it
sometime
,
you
know
!
This
is
n't
Victorian
England
,
you
are
n't
expected
to
save
it
for
marriage
.
"
"
I
have
no
intention
of
saving
it
for
marriage
,
"
she
answered
,
adjusting
her
dress
.
"
I
'm
just
not
sure
who
's
going
to
get
the
honor
,
that
's
all
.
"
"
You
're
nothing
to
write
home
about
!
"
he
snapped
nastily
;
she
had
really
hurt
.
"
No
,
that
I
'm
not
.
Sticks
and
stones
,
Pete
.
You
ca
n't
hurt
me
with
words
.
And
there
are
plenty
of
men
who
will
shag
anything
if
it
's
a
virgin
.
"
"
Plenty
of
women
,
too
!
Watch
the
front
flat
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
,
I
do
,
"
said
Justine
.
The
two
girls
in
the
front
flat
were
lesbians
,
and
had
hailed
Justine
's
advent
gleefully
until
they
realized
she
not
only
was
n't
interested
,
she
was
n't
even
intrigued
.
At
first
she
was
n't
quite
sure
what
they
were
hinting
at
,
but
after
they
spelled
it
out
baldly
she
shrugged
her
shoulders
,
unimpressed
.
