. Gosse sagged under the impact, knocking over the card table, and falling to sit, half stunned, the discharged pistol flying from his slackened grasp. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martha begged. " The tone was neutral. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. Thames did not try to cheer her. What passed between them I cannot think—I dare not.
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