A blow from the iron bar instantly stretched the ruffian on the floor. Don't unman him. It was wonderful to think this thing had lived, had felt and suffered. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait.
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