’ There was a chuckle in his voice. He comforted himself, however, with the certainty which he felt of capturing his prey on the Sunday. And the jailers also retired. He had grabbed her in the stream, embracing her naked body tightly, running his hands over her breasts and clutching her buttocks. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet.
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