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She
burst
out
crying
.
"
You
brute
.
You
rotten
hound
to
hit
a
woman
.
"
"
You
put
that
where
the
monkey
put
the
nuts
,
dearie
.
Didn
’
t
you
know
that
when
a
woman
hits
me
I
always
hit
back
?
"
"
I
didn
’
t
hit
you
.
"
"
You
damned
near
throttled
me
.
"
"
You
deserved
it
.
Oh
,
my
God
,
I
’
d
like
to
kill
you
.
"
"
Now
sit
down
,
duckie
,
and
I
’
ll
give
you
a
drop
of
Scotch
to
pull
you
together
.
And
then
you
can
tell
me
all
about
it
.
"
Julia
looked
round
for
a
big
chair
into
which
she
could
conveniently
sink
.
"
Christ
,
the
place
is
like
a
pig
-
sty
.
Why
the
hell
don
’
t
you
get
a
charwoman
in
?
"
With
an
angry
gesture
she
swept
the
books
on
to
the
floor
from
an
armchair
,
threw
herself
in
it
,
and
began
to
cry
in
earnest
.
He
poured
her
out
a
stiff
dose
of
whisky
,
added
a
drop
of
soda
,
and
made
her
drink
it
.
