Quotation from: The Valley of the Moon

Written by: Jack London


"Well, this can't hurt me," she gritted through her teeth, as she
assailed his solar plexus with her doubled fists.


By this time he was in a roar of laughter. Under the sheaths of
muscles that were as armor, the fatal nerve center remained
impervious.


"Go on, do it some more," he urged, when she had given up,
breathing heavily. "It feels fine, like you was ticklin' me with
a feather."

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