” “What?” “That’s the devil of it!” “Devil of what?. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion. The unequal battle went on. He lowered her neck before her, and she noticed a bizarre urge to bite him rising from her mind like an itch.
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