Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. "I heard his voice; but I saw them on the stairs, and durst not approach him, for fear of giving the alarm. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. It is Anna again who stands between me and ruin.
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