He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones.
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