’
‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front
door. “I’m a ghoul! So you
can become a ghoul? You should settle down, John, get
married, have children. You were
only one room removed from the library, see. It
isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s
something—something living and understanding in you. Still, one has to be reasonable. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the
night. I wouldn't accept my life
from him. I would be too
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busy protecting you. "
"I ought to add," continued Winifred, "that one of her shoes was picked up in the
garden, and that prints of her feet were discovered along the soft mould; whether
made in flying from any one, or from rushing forth in distracted terror, it is
impossible to say. She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness.
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