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This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. He became ugly and monstrous, dunning her, threatening her, assailing her. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. She searched for it for many days that stretched into weeks before she gave up. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. Further on, there were impressions of bloody footsteps along the floor. He seemed to do ten things before she could think to do one, to leap upon her and take possession.
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