She was still embracing Mr. Primp, but he was gradually removing her with a tire iron.
After tying her securely into her packing case, he nailed down the cover securely, called it a day, and left.
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Now lightning may seldom strike twice in the same place, but workmen often do. And Mr. Frimp was working Angie to a finish. He struck hard next day. So hard that Angie was as tender as a rump steak after treatment with a mallet. But then Angie had always been soft. By this time she was practically liquid.
Came days of divine delight to Angela Bish, in a world of almost Coney Island beauty, with a man she could paw as much as she pleased. Came magic hours when for days her lips were not removed from his. Came Love, in all its transcontinental grandeur!
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Day by day they wandered together along the curbstones of the great city, marveling at its beautiful cesspools—at the gorgeous gutters, where the banana peel grew so lux-
