Michelle ate fast, and Lucy followed her lead, shoveling mashed potatoes and salmon down her gullet in a passionless frenzy. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. Taking her limbs was the only thing I could do short of killing her. At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. She flared her upper lip, baring her canines which had extended by half an inch. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. It took my breath away. Sheppard's dress—extremely neat and clean, but simply fashioned, and of the plainest and most unpretending material,—offered nothing assailable; and her demeanour was so humble, and her looks so modest, that—if she had been ill-looking—she might, possibly, have escaped the shafts of malice preparing to be levelled against her.
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