He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. “With your permission,” he said to Anna, “I shall arrange a bed for him where he is. Not enough of them to make a difference. ’ ‘He let them go?’ asked Miss Froxfield incredulously. Cathy chimed. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. For a moment none of them stirred; then slowly Enschede turned away. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. I am grateful, indeed I am. It was as if the Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother.
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