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"I will die first," replied Mrs. Why don’t you make sure before you rush out like that
upon a stranger?”
“You were with my wife,” Hill repeated sullenly. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. Jack was
caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of
obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing. She
wrapped her legs about his hips as he raised himself upon
straight arms, piercing her with his gaze as he thrust into
her. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship;
and I am no friend of this Wastrel.
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