“Do something!” But he laid by his prey, half-watching the fight, gorging on the woman he had caught that had been meant for Rhea and her child. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and an idiot. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. "Won't be under an obligation. I am entirely English, as you know well. I am five-and-thirty, and I have knocked about in the world and tasted the quality of life. If only she had thought to plunge the scissors into her own heart! Hoddy … to return and find her either gone or dead! But even as the Wastrel's arms gathered her, there came the sound of hurrying steps on the veranda. . “Now I suppose Brendon understands exactly what you mean,” he remarked.
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