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Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully. He stood up and she ushered him out of the small room. Half the rooms empty. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. Michelle helped her mother clear the table and Lucy thanked her for the meal. ‘Don’t want it to break out bleeding again.
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