But her temper almost flared again when the sergeant spoke. Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. I’ve made no mention of guns and daggers or, indeed, any of the more exciting aspects of the business. I’ve loved her for two years, I love her now. Into this new world, vivid with colour, came Spurlock, receptively. You would be alarmed of how sulphurous it is, how sickeningly sweet.
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