Perhaps he truly meant it – perhaps there was a force within him that could withstand the hardships of existing past a mortal lifetime. In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. His hands came up, his face broke apart. "When is he to suffer?" she demanded, fixing her large black eyes, which burnt with an insane gleam, upon him. "I'm a peace-officer," he added, "about to arrest a notorious criminal. "If that sickly brat lives to be a man," continued Jonathan, rising, "I'll hang him upon the same tree as his father. “They never seem so at first!” he said.
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