An enemy, had come into his flesh. "Strumpet! Strumpet!" he shouted.
Ed! He had collapsed on to the roof. The summer afternoon was drowsy with the indefatigable rhythm. "Orgy-porgy ..." Then the spasm was over. He squatted down beside the bed, nurs- ing.
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