“I said that at the Zoo, and I mean it. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. She had eaten them. He spoke only when he saw the sing-song girl he wanted to buy. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. " "Ah," said Spurlock; "that kind of a man. I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. He knew she was out there, he could feel it. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray.
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