Stanley regarded him through his glasses with something approaching animosity. ” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. Nevertheless there came a residuum of expostulations. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness. ’ Then I kicked him until he was black and blue. I was grateful.
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