“I want to have no distractions. ” His voice rose and fell amidst the music and the singing of Tristan and King Mark, like a voice heard in a badly connected telephone. He had almost forced himself upon her one night after a particularly bloody raid of a thatched cottage. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall.
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