Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. She had even tried a needle and a catheter on a victim once, but had found that the process was so frustrating and slow that she barely gained any sustenance and had done the worst thing imaginable: wasted a kill. Meat pies with sweet crust were stuffed with macaroni, steaks of pork and beef were pounded thin and grilled rare, capons had been marinated in plum wine and cinnamon, and veal sausages stewed in cream were served over fine noodles: all the dishes that he loved were present. At length, she suddenly started to her feet; and before Winifred could prevent her, staggered up to Thames. It isn’t illusions—for us.
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