’ Gerald cast a swift look up the corridor, but there was no one there, not even a shadow. She felt her canines grow, the hunger consuming her. Earles attended her obsequiously to the door. Be seated, and calm yourself. “Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. You seemed to me to be slipping and slipping, and your face was white. —Providence, I mean—HAS arranged it so that men will keep you, more or less. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his.
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