Then she would write and tell her father what she had done, and put their relationship on a new footing. Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively. It was locked. “David,” she said, “you are not a coward, are you?” “I do not know,” he muttered. Lucy had tried for years to find a way of not getting blood all over herself when she made a kill.
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