He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. “You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman. He sucked at her neck, biting her hard, leaving red marks that disappeared as soon as he made them. She had told him, point blank, that since the Church had neither annulled the first marriage nor sanctified the second one, she was not his wife. She walked over to them still carrying the trousers in her hands, and stooped to examine them. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals.
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