“Indeed,” she said, “it was very fortunate that I should have met you this
afternoon. Sorvelli caught me! In Fourth
Grade, I broke my arm because I tripped on a metal
doorway. He did not
stagger in the least. It is in the lower cupboard. I must feed tonight, John! I will
kill tonight! A person, John!”
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“Who will it be?”
“There are a couple of prisons around Senewac and
Kane County, some bars, some homeless shelters. With me
behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And
just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate
intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally
distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson
ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. “Get out of the car. You did not learn
that in a convent. For a space he rode the whirligig. I've been hunting for this
particular job for a thousand years!"
She smiled a little sadly over this fine enthusiasm; for in her wisdom she had a
clear perception where it would eventually end—in the veranda chair.
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