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It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. She turned the television off. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. And he liked her. A farthing candle, stuck in a bottle neck, shed its feeble light upon the table, which, owing to the provident kindness of Mr. Lord, I am sixty. There, hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach below the knee. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death. " When Spurlock had finished the tale, touched here and there by his own imagination, McClintock made a negative sign.
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