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” John traced his finger over the meeting point of her breast and her ribcage as they lay naked on his unmade bed. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. "When a man reaches the lowest scale through drink, we call him a beachcomber. Wood. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered.

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