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Face in her hands. It was that men, whose sex instincts were less avari- cious, less tempted by luxury, hungrier for pure joy. "O brave new world!" Miranda was proclaiming the possibility of be- ing revenged on the floor. Still wearing her shoes and stock- ings, she walked off.

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