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the hall to his bedroom. His heart was pounding furiously. He tried to slam the door but she was already there, methodically, almost sensually removing her clothes. First came the tattered old brown sweater. She laid it over the foot of the bed, then began unbuttoning her blouse. It fell to the floor, revealing the bloodstained remnants of her undergarments. |
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Driver tried vainly to cough out a protest but the sounds were inaudible. |
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She was smiling. "You know all my secrets now, Harry. I've been watching you. The moment you got home you went straight to my room and began going through my things. You wanted to find a way to reach out to me, didn't you, Harry?" |
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Harry Driver tried to back away from the specter. |
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Flora's blunt, stubby fingers began to work with the buttons at the waistband of her skirt. She loosened it and it too fell to the floor. Her half slip was soiled and wrinkled, more gray than the delicate feminine colors that Janet wore. |
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"I saw the look on your face while you reread the letters you wrote me. You were reliving your passions, weren't you, Harry? You were remembering how it was with us. You were so passionate, so tender, so gentle. You were a good lover, Harry. You knew I had |
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