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604. The women were beautiful, and in some cases the men were too, but she felt more at ease admiring the ballroom than the dancers. When she finally did join the floor, it was in the arms of her father's old friend, a man who smelled of tobacco and whiskey but who spoke to her always in soft tones. He was a comfort more than a passion, and that was preferable to the young sharks whose eyes roved her body so hungrily. #604.
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