Johannes Vermeer The Kitchen Maid

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ready to mug a passing badger.’
‘Get tried to nod, even though Lupine’s fist was right under his neck.
‘Yeggg, ‘ he managed.
‘Now, he’s going to take a very good look at you, and if he ever sees you
again -‘
‘I say, hang on,’ murmured Windle.
‘- he’ll come after you. Won’t you, Windle?’
‘Eh? Oh, yes. That’s right. Like a shot, ‘ said Windle, unhappily. ‘Now run along, there’s a good away?’‘Would you like me to tear your throat out?’The man stared eye to yellow eye. He estimated his chances against a seven-foot man with teeth like that. ‘Do I get a choice?’ he said.‘My friend here,’ said Lupine, indicating Windle, ‘is a zombie -‘ ‘Well, I don ‘t know about actual zombie, I think you have to eat some sort of fish and root to be a zom -‘ ‘- and you know what zombies do to people, don’t you?’ The man