"To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. ” She said. " "I'll not forget it. " "No. Take your half loaf with the others. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. I can’t explain—” They regarded one another, each blinded to the other.
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