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Rh 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.

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!

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-