” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. ‘Good, good—and not before time,’ muttered Roding, glancing round again. “DON’T!” she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. She had been quite convinced that an engagement with him and at last a marriage had exactly that quality of compromise which distinguishes the ways of the wise.
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