‘Bête,’ she flung at him. He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by that treacherous thief-taker. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. True to her nature, Cathy had already offered John snacks and drinks of water twice by the time Lucy bounded down the stairs at 3:58. She had underestimated his animal ability to sense weakness.
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