‘I have the means to compel you. A blow from the iron bar instantly stretched the ruffian on the floor. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. It engulfed them in black, white, and gray. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out.
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