[ Raskolnikov twists to the side when he sees her move, but not fast enough. Her hands close around his cooler, lifting him up onto his toes, and he lets out a sound somewhere between a squeak and a gasp.
Perhaps, he reflects, he might have gone too far this time. And yet he can’t stop himself from continuing, words falling from his mouth without the permission of his mind. He feels as though he’s watching this whole disaster from a distance, a pit forming in his stomach. ]
Take your hands off me, woman — we’re in public! They [ meaning whoever runs this town ] wouldn’t want to see you acting so unladylike.
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Perhaps, he reflects, he might have gone too far this time. And yet he can’t stop himself from continuing, words falling from his mouth without the permission of his mind. He feels as though he’s watching this whole disaster from a distance, a pit forming in his stomach. ]
Take your hands off me, woman — we’re in public! They [ meaning whoever runs this town ] wouldn’t want to see you acting so unladylike.