I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. I am far too much the gentleman. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. Danger, in the form he apprehended, was lurking outside: nor was he destined to enjoy long repose.
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