CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT Part 1 Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and summer came with a rush together. Or, if you must take off my clothes, don't dash cold water on my head. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. Jonathan Wild.
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