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To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. But your role would have been to go about saying, ‘I beg your pardon’ in a reproving tone to things you understood quite well in your heart and saw no harm in. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. You do not believe me. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It was as much an accusation as a question. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws.
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