He felt himself collapse heavily onto her naked body, still inside her. "I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. ” “Well, fuck you too. " (An order which was promptly obeyed. . "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. "What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches.
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