The chair is in the veranda. “Ass!” he went on, still warming. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily.
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