The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. Her naked body was an abomination of caked filth and sagging tubes for breasts. I sat within a few feet of him. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. “To think that you were going to do it—and never said a word! You are a little thin, but except for that you look—you look better than ever. ‘The major will tell you when to stop. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and understand. She hated to leave; for this hour would be the most interesting. Why not? Were not his own sentiments inclined in favour of the patient? But fifty gold was fifty gold. ’ ‘You mean the one that you refused to feed?’ demanded Gerald, seizing this promising cue and adopting a mournful note.
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