"And, may I be cursed if I ever did anything in my whole life which gave me so much satisfaction. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. Every one else does. ’ ‘I am whatever you like,’ he agreed pleasantly, ‘but nothing is going to stop me from searching for this dagger. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime. . ’ ‘You, perhaps?’ she flung at him furiously, stepping out from behind the desk. His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. “Shut up, you little faggot. " Which was literally the truth. "I have hurt you because I would not trust you. It is so difficult.
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