"Mr. She must learn wisdom—as God
pleases. I wonder if he really wants me to go home. We close the chapter. Could she go through with it? She must. ‘Don’t try to turn it off,’ ordered Miss Froxfield. She had even tried a needle and a catheter on a victim
once, but had found that the process was so frustrating
and slow that she barely gained any sustenance and had
done the worst thing imaginable: wasted a kill. "Woman, your wits are fled!"
And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly,
"I can't find the key. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—”
Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door
clicked upon them. Her steps slowed. She was practicing with them on
that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy
violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as
first chair. "
"I declare I don't know what to do," said Wood, burned by conflicting emotions. ”
“Well”—her breath failed her for a moment. "I didn't carry
you off from old Wood to kill you, but to wed you. We haven’t.
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