Crouching down, Gerald waited, hands at the ready. Then I threw a bucket of dirty water on his face and said, ‘Listen, asshole, let’s get one thing straight. “I should like to speak to you for a few minutes,” he said to Anna, dropping his voice a little. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. She was too delicate, too fragile to survive out there. He stood by her side, and he suffered her hands to rest in his. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape.
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