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“I shan’t eat him. At times he seemed to be claiming pity from her; at times he was threatening her with her check and exposure; at times he was boasting of his inflexible will, and how, in the end, he always got what he wanted. He hated the taste of it. He flipped the television on. ’ ‘Never mind the comtesse,’ adjured Prudence. “I saw his face in a mirror. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat.
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