Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar. ‘I should not dream of forcing my attentions on you. It was astonishing how seldom it was that his instincts betrayed him. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. The door opened, and a slightly overweight pretty blonde, an older, wiser version of Michelle, came into view.
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