‘What?’ Roding snapped, coming quickly to tower above the window seat. Anything else that was said she now regarded only as an aspect of or diversion from that. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. Part 8 “Why should I ever come back?” she said to herself, as she went down the staircase. She had refused to eat human beings when she had first learned her fate.
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