” Courtlaw seemed about to say something. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. "Don't speak ill of him behind his back, father," interposed Thames. A brief feeling of empathy with Pottiswick passed through him.
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