He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. Probably something he had eaten. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. ’ Gerald noted the mixture of respect and apprehension in the glance he received from the boy.
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