‘Ah, yes? To what do I pretend?’ ‘That,’ Gerald said regretfully, ‘I have not yet been able to fathom. “Have you killed recently?” He was curious, scared. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain. It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. "Still," went on the manager, "they are slaves in a sense; they are bought and sold until their original indebtedness is paid. The screams of the unfortunate woman had aroused Thames from his slumbers.
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