It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. To compare me to a starving pig. The old-fashioned dress, with its series of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. A sacrifice. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe.
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