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Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice. She was ushered into the back of the squad car. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. ” He contradicted himself by plunging into an exposition of motifs. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts.
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