” “It is ironic that you say that, John, for it is I who am afraid of you. He glanced at it, and saw the bloodied blade. But—” The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. In the heart of the jungle the dog had his private muck baths.
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