He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. ’ ‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille. He guided her hand to his crotch, which had already grown in size. He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly.
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