As he turned the handle, it moved, and the door was taken from his hand and pulled outward by the young footman. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. But you belong to me—and I want you. Not daring, however, to listen to it, he ran on. He could neither stifle nor deaden that. Don't be afraid.
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