But his own ferocity was less now that she was disarmed. Why do you look so sad?” She opened her eyes wider and stifled her emotions. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. And what was singular she did not recount to the doctor that morning's adventure. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control.
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