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"rabbits," merrick rejoined smartly. "have you ever heard one scream?" if he could not have this child in the manner most palatable to his unhinged lusts, then perhaps he would make of her a pupil after a fashion, a small conduit for his chaotic want.
again he thrilled by how easily she moved at his side; he took them both into a copse thronged with stripped berry bushes and began to hunt for the scent of the hapless, stupid beasts.