"Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. You shall know the truth. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. I barely prevailed sometimes, but in the end, my wits were faster than their steel. And in reality even that magic garden-close resolves itself into a villa at Morningside Park and my father being more and more cross and overbearing at meals—and a general feeling of insecurity and futility.
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