Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. They were the same. She screamed as she saw that their throats had been ripped out and their dead eyes bulged with horror as their heads lolled from mere strings of sinew and flesh. He lowered himself onto her and entered her slowly, an inch at a time. From then on he was Ruth's dog.
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