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"
He
had
no
right
!
He
should
have
left
you
alone
!
"
Frank
hissed
,
wiping
a
fleck
of
foam
from
the
corner
of
his
trembling
mouth
.
"
It
is
n't
dirty
,
"
she
repeated
wearily
,
and
looked
at
him
from
her
clear
tired
eyes
as
if
she
had
suddenly
decided
to
put
shame
behind
her
forever
.
"
It
's
not
dirty
,
Frank
,
and
nor
is
the
act
which
created
it
.
"
This
time
his
face
reddened
.
He
could
not
continue
to
meet
her
gaze
,
so
he
turned
and
went
through
into
the
room
he
shard
with
Bob
,
Jack
and
Hughie
.
Its
bare
walls
and
little
single
beds
mocked
him
,
mocked
him
,
the
sterile
and
featureless
look
to
it
,
the
lack
of
a
presence
to
warm
it
,
a
purpose
to
hallow
it
.
And
her
face
,
her
beautiful
tired
face
with
its
prim
halo
of
golden
hair
,
all
alight
because
of
what
she
and
that
hairy
old
goat
had
done
in
the
terrible
heat
of
summer
.
He
could
not
get
away
from
it
,
he
could
not
get
away
from
her
,
from
the
thoughs
at
the
back
of
his
mind
,
from
the
hungers
natural
to
his
age
and
manhood
.
Mostly
he
managed
to
push
it
all
below
consciousness
,
but
when
she
flaunted
tangible
evidence
of
her
lust
before
his
eyes
,
threw
her
mysterious
activity
with
that
lecherous
old
beast
in
his
very
teeth
...
How
could
he
think
of
it
,
how
could
he
consent
to
it
,
how
could
he
bear
it
?
He
wanted
to
be
able
to
think
of
her
as
totally
holy
,
pure
and
untainted
as
the
Blessed
Mother
,
a
being
who
was
above
such
things
though
all
her
sisters
throughout
the
world
be
guilty
of
it
.
To
see
her
proving
his
concept
of
her
wrong
was
the
road
to
madness
.
It
had
become
necessary
to
his
sanity
to
imagine
that
she
lay
with
that
ugly
old
man
in
perfect
chastity
,
to
have
a
place
to
sleep
,
but
that
in
the
night
they
never
turned
toward
each
other
,
or
touched
.
Oh
,
God
!
A
scraping
clang
made
him
look
down
,
to
find
he
had
twisted
the
brass
rail
of
the
bed
's
foot
into
an
S.
"
Why
are
n't
you
Daddy
?
"
he
asked
it
.
"
Frank
,
"
said
his
mother
from
the
doorway
.
He
looked
up
,
black
eyes
glittering
and
wet
like
rained-upon
coal
.
"
I
'll
end
up
killing
him
,
"
he
said
.
"
If
you
do
that
,
you
'll
kill
me
,
"
said
Fee
,
coming
to
sit
upon
the
bed
.
