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He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. ’ Her features broke apart in a laugh. ” With a little crash the pistol fell from her shaking fingers. “Drugs, mainly. “If I had three hands,” she said, with a faint smile, “I would give one to each of you. Sebastian drank deeply and quickly of her blood. You're a queer lad. \" Said John as he piled the papery remnants of their meal onto the tray. “But your sister,” he said. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. "I'll cut down him who opposes me. \" She said, feeling the salmon sitting idly in her belly.
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