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And shall their wretched offspring live to blight my hopes, and blast my fame? Never!" And, with these words, he grasped Wood by the throat, and, despite his resistance, dragged him to the very verge of the platform. Supper was over. Very soon she would be able to forget it. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. He suckled at her shoulder blade as he slid her panties down. He had mentioned teaching her how to read Latin one day when she had wandered into the library.
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