“I do not like to seem inhospitable, Anna,” she said hesitatingly. Shamefaced curiosities began to come back into her mind, thinly disguised as literature and art. He continued alternately to be tossed in the air, or rolled in the kennel until he was borne out of sight. Sebastian, too, seemed to be immune, even though cats, dogs, and beasts of the suffered just as the humans did: blackening and dying, their eyes rolling, their bodies covered with bald buboes.
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