She
had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he
loved her still. What you say is probably all true and
necessary. She could smell him almost as
strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape
walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester
smell of his wet umbrella. It’s like this: You want freedom. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout
—haw! haw!"
"If the child is destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok," replied the Master,
joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain;
but, in regard to going back empty-handed," continued he, altering his tone, and
assuming a dignified air, "it's quite out of the question. Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the
penetrating nastiness of the fog.
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