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"
We
–
want
–
the
whip
!
We
–
want
.
.
.
"
And
all
of
a
sudden
they
had
what
they
wanted
.
"
Strumpet
!
"
The
Savage
had
rushed
at
her
like
a
madman
.
"
Fitchew
!
"
Like
a
madman
,
he
was
slashing
at
her
with
his
whip
of
small
cords
.
Terrified
,
she
had
turned
to
flee
,
had
tripped
and
fallen
in
the
heather
.
"
Henry
,
Henry
!
"
she
shouted
.
But
her
ruddy
-
faced
companion
had
bolted
out
of
harm
’
s
way
behind
the
helicopter
.
With
a
whoop
of
delighted
excitement
the
line
broke
;
there
was
a
convergent
stampede
towards
that
magnetic
centre
of
attraction
.
Pain
was
a
fascinating
horror
.
"
Fry
,
lechery
,
fry
!
"
Frenzied
,
the
Savage
slashed
again
.
Hungrily
they
gathered
round
,
pushing
and
scrambling
like
swine
about
the
trough
.
"
Oh
,
the
flesh
!
"
The
Savage
ground
his
teeth
.
This
time
it
was
on
his
shoulders
that
the
whip
descended
.
"
Kill
it
,
kill
it
!
"
Drawn
by
the
fascination
of
the
horror
of
pain
and
,
from
within
,
impelled
by
that
habit
of
cooperation
,
that
desire
for
unanimity
and
atonement
,
which
their
conditioning
had
so
ineradicably
implanted
in
them
,
they
began
to
mime
the
frenzy
of
his
gestures
,
striking
at
one
another
as
the
Savage
struck
at
his
own
rebellious
flesh
,
or
at
that
plump
incarnation
of
turpitude
writhing
in
the
heather
at
his
feet
.
