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Then he entered her passionately, riding her with exquisite precision. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. He was only a younger son, and you know what trouble we had. She mentally reprimanded herself to alter her own visage so as not to appear depraved. “You did your best to kill me,” he said. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. It was a neat, efficient-looking room, with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a pile of shiny, black-covered note-books.
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