For a few minutes he kept them at bay. ‘You make me talk, you make me talk. She saw his face change, how he regretted. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. ‘I doubt it. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. Bodies! Bodies! Horrible things! We are souls.
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