What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. “Your name, I believe, is——” “Pellissier,” Anna answered. To make Ruth pay for it! He wanted to get away, into some immense echoless tract where he could give vent to this wild laughter which tore at his vitals. Sebastian administered bitter tonics to her, fluids she could not taste with her swollen tongue.
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