‘I take it that you like this great-niece of mine?’ ‘One cannot help but do so. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big eyebrows like dead caterpillars. A shiver slid down inside her. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. A few seasons went by where he initiated her into the disgusting rituals of killing and eating human beings, a dark time where she pined for a rescuer who never arrived. Books; an inexplicable hunger to be satisfied. "Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he advanced. As they 56 approached the manor, she was permitted to peep her head outside the chariot's front window. And Mother trusted him.
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