‘Do you tell me that my disreputable son had the infernal insolence to pass you off as that whoring Frenchwoman’s daughter?’ His answer was in their faces. She quickened her pace, and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear. Here we go, thought Gerald. She looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood and saw that several of his fingers were missing. Easily. Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father.
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