It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their necks. He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses. I hate what I am. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them. It was a brief solitude, however. The word "criticism" had no concrete meaning to her then; no more than "compromise. He suckled at her shoulder blade as he slid her panties down.
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