" "Poor soul!" ejaculated her son. See paragraph 1. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. “My brother’s room when he comes home. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. Wild's intention, doubtless, was to use you as far as he found necessary, and then to sell you. Delight surged through her as her breasts, shoulders, and belly touched his naked flesh all at once. “Why, among other things, did I put my knuckles in his neck—deliberately to hurt him?” She tried to sound the humorous note.
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