‘Jacques! This—this bête he attacks me, and you stand there and you do nothing. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. You have nothing more to fear from Wild. ” Lucy blinked from the winter sunlight and reached behind herself to yank at her hood. His tone was rough, almost threatening.
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