The moviegoers exited the cinema in the customary daze that resulted from two hours of sensory bombardment. "What shall we do, Poll?" hesitated Edgeworth Bess. No tricks would serve. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. ’ If you engage me it must be upon my own merits. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. I am bothered. ’ The lady looked unexpectedly smug.
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