Only of course I must begin something else at once. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. "Get ready your heaviest irons, Austin. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. He was an imaginative young man. At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. Until then we mean to keep on hammering away. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them.
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