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For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. Mary is very good, but she is too nervous to be the slightest protection. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. You want music. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at the jail, was a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. Each became frightfully aware of the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek, of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist.
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