He went on looking gravely at her. Anne nodded. His craving was for devotion. She knew he was capable of inflicting unnamed torments on her until she was reduced to begging for
But her adoration of him was clear in her liquid brown eyes. I was left there for hours while my hunger mounted—my only source of nourishment my own daughter. Overhead a vast range of mountains soared upwards, purple-black and glossy; a paradox, solid yet insubstantial as thunder-heads. He'll have a heart attack if he goes on like this.
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