“You cowards!” said Ann Veronica, “put her down!” and tore herself from a detaining hand and battered with her fists upon the big red ear and blue shoulder of the policeman who held the little old lady. The next moment his grasp relaxed, and he sank to rise no more. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. . Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. “Want to see my fangs?” She asked.
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