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Early morning, Purple Garden Villa.

Mabel Scurr had opened her eyes for a long time, but had not yet gotten up.

She carefully recalled the scene last night when Solomon Santee brought her back after drinking. Her face was burning and blushing, and she repeatedly covered her face with the quilt and then let go.

What did she do last night? She seemed to want to take a bath, want Solomon Santee to hold her in his arms while she slept, and want to sing. She was always...