"We work together no more. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. M. All right. I never forgive an injury. He felt the first sting of the whip. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. He then stamped upon the hand on the lower bannister, until that also relaxed its gripe. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts.
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