His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. They've heard quite enough for my purpose," he muttered, as his orders were obeyed, and the domestics excluded. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. ’ ‘Why did you not claim it yourself?’ asked Gerald. "Be silent," said Jonathan, in a menacing whisper. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. He was so horny that he could probably make love to a tree.
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