There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. There was no need of sowing suspicion when he wasn't really certain there were grounds for it. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. Her naked body was an abomination of caked filth and sagging tubes for breasts. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him.
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