She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. She leaped to a world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations. She looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood and saw that several of his fingers were missing. The Pursuit 425 XXV. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. ToC The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the Red Room, from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted in that colour; all traces of which had, however, long since disappeared. She had never even brought a friend home in her time at the Becks, let alone been asked on dates.
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