Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. Occasionally he revealed tidbits about his past after a good kill. She knew, or guessed his mission too, for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him. " She had brought home a puppy one day. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. . The release was so great that she felt tears spring from her eyes. She was naturally weaker, she would tire quicker, and she need not concern herself with the peculiar obligations of honour obtaining amongst gentlemen.
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