But only inside, you understand, that one cannot see it. Lucy had tried for years to find a way of not getting blood all over herself when she made a kill. If I surprised her, if I saw her alone, I might make her understand. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. He made his headquarters at the Victoria on the Sha-mien, and generally met the Hong-Kong packet in the morning.
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