Ennison?”
“He spoke to me, thinking that I was you,” Anna answered. She was aware of it
now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in
a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room
and pretend not to hear. He was all alone, like herself. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. \"
He had caught her in a moment of weakness; the
hunger had made her emotional! She felt a terrible
warmth surge from her loins. But I've not promised to stand by him yet; nor
will I, unless he turns out an honest lad,—mind that. The Oriental has no equivalent. No mercenary consideration influences me. ”
“Do you drink blood?” He stood up. As to following, there was no one. . “I think,” began Ann Veronica, “that you don’t realize—”
He disregarded her entirely.
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