Sheila grabbed the gun and laughed hysterically, brandishing the weapon and baying like a bear. But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in his breast. " "Let me have a glass of brandy," said he, addressing the host. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.
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