’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door. " "We'll see that, young hempseed," replied Sharples, shutting the hatch furiously in his face, and locking it. She shrank from him as he gripped her hand more forcibly. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. The shape of the head, the height and breadth of the brow, the angle of the nose, the cut of the chin and jaws, all were fine, of a type she had never before looked upon closely. The rest. Her straight strawberry blonde hair was exactly Cathy’s.
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