"Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. There was also the daunting task of getting dressed. ’ ‘What?’ Appalled, Gerald could only gaze at her. "Mr. Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted. She feasted reluctantly, partly out of wonder at the new function of her often elongated canines. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. Her heart thudded.
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