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Her naked body was an abomination of caked filth and sagging tubes for breasts. But Sheppard took no notice of the exclamation. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. But his glance roved, to the door through which Ruth had gone, to Enschede's drooping back. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. It doesn't annoy me; it only disturbs me. And I have wanted to so very much. "Mr. I’ll protect you!” He cried. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience.
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