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"'Ouns!" ejaculated Terence, in alarm, "would you turn snitch on your old pal,
Quilt?"
"Ay, if he plays a-cross," returned Quilt. That’s as far as we go. “I wonder what he will do?” She tried to imagine situations that might arise
out of Ramage’s antagonism, for he had been so bitter and savage that she could
not believe that he would leave things as they were. If
I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. His father was one of my old customers, and I am happy to
find his son treading in his steps. Yet, here she was, in
the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely
wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with
yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and
diffused strange suffocating smells. Surely it was a dream. But he had shown no desire for
information, no curiosity. She wished that he
would go further as she performed fellatio upon him. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of
the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the
bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these
circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination.
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