People who love animals do not need to be told how remorse and grief poisoned my days for some time.
Why had I, in my stupid human misunderstanding, sacrificed these little lives?—changed the existence of these blithe, merry little creatures into dumb, lengthened suffering?
I was glad Peter had bitten me—I deserved it—and I hope it was some satisfaction to him to do it.
Laurence hid himself in the twinkling of an eye. [See page 75].