She was haunted by the vision of Chaval, and rambled on about him, about their cat and dog life together, the… — Emile Zola
She was haunted by the vision of Chaval, and rambled on about him, about their cat and dog life together, the one day when he had been nice to her, in Jean-Bart, and the other days or alternate caresses and blows, when he half killed her with his embraces after nearly beating her to death.
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