Norfolk approaches him. He stands far too close. His eyes are bloodshot. Every sinew is jumping. He says… — Hilary Mantel
Norfolk approaches him. He stands far too close. His eyes are bloodshot. Every sinew is jumping. He says, “Substitute nothing, you misbegotten—” The duke stabs a forefinger into his shoulder. “You…person,” he says; and again, “you nobody from Hell, you whore-spawn, you cluster of evil, you lawyer.”
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