He was like a man beside himself. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. The bump was coarse and didn’t feel right. Michelle looked like she was about to throw up herself. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face.
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