" "Have it, and welcome," rejoined Figg. “I say!” he cried. She came to adore them. Not all of us, but some of us. She felt her canines grow, the hunger consuming her. In another instant, the collision took place. The charm of innocence breathes around her, as fragrance is diffused by the flower, sanctifying her lightest thought and action, and shielding her, like a spell, from the approach of evil. She was a merry creature, it is true, and quite beautiful.
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