It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse. He looked from the sword to the dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced. He had, he felt, to create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. Ah Cum before the day was over, slyly baiting him.
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