She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. "I should like to meet the man who would dare to gainsay it. You’ll have to go back to Remenham House. Ah! I have it," he added, after a moment's deliberation; "he's there, I'll be sworn. “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him. She felt her canines grow, the hunger consuming her. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. Listen, Jack.
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