Cathy had not even noticed that she herself was wet and trailing water everywhere. No tricks would serve. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. Nicholas is dead. She covered herself with her arms. ’ ‘No, you are a gentleman,’ she agreed. She felt her canines grow, the hunger consuming her. He fancied that when they had had time to reflect, they would regret it still more. Accordingly, when she arrived at the Shovels, with which, as an old haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw at a glance was crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small room on the left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called for something to drink.
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