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We didn't play any more cards. They were knocked from the table to the carpet at some point. Probably when excitement was high, and limbs moving hard. Some of the cards were bent. Others stained. No good for a game. I would throw them away, I decided, examining some in my hand, watching Staunton help EM to a glass of something. (The brandy was finished.) Sophie and I straightened our clothes, wiped ourselves off where we had to. Bus both of us were dying -- I just knew -- to climb in a shower! And we did, a little later, once the men had gone.
Sophie begged me to let her stay. It was either that or be driven home, and she didn't know who's home they'd drive her to, or what they'd want her to do once she got there. So I let her stay, even though Staunton objected. After all, what harm could it do?
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