And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. ‘To begin with,’ he said, ‘allow me a very tiny intimacy. The unfortunate woman was stretched upon the floor, with a bloody knife in her hand. She was very excited. The occasion of all this confusion and dismay, meanwhile, remained perfectly motionless; his figure erect, and with somewhat of dignity in his demeanour. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly.
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