Spurling, squeezing Jack's arm, and pushing him towards the door, "and, don't come here again. Them young prigs is all alike. Gerald stayed him. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. You have to marry me. She withdrew her mouth and patted his penis dry with the bottom of his shirttails. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song.
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