“It’s the warming up of the year, the coming of the light mornings, the way in which everything begins to run about and begin new things. Aunt Jane had her quiet moments. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. I hope we may never find her again. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. “And now let us leave the men alone and talk about ourselves. This done, he unloosed the pulley, and the ponderous machine, which resembled a trough, slowly descended upon the prisoner's breast.
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