“But you must forgive me, John. She felt her canines grow, the hunger consuming her. “Because I hate you!” She spat. "Has any one been here?" he asked. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. A new thought checked her steps and she froze. And nowhere could I obtain the slightest information.
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