” “An appetite like yours,” he said resignedly, “is fatal to all sentiment. Lucy snatched it up and put it in her pack. “I think,” he said, “that I am right. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance.
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