’ ‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching her stiff fingers. Upon this grateful animal she lavished that affection which was subtly repelled by its lawful object. " "Not quite, I hope," rejoined Sheppard. ” “You like me?” “Yes. “Do you need me to tell you? You have tasted the luxury of power.
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