You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. His heart was beating, but faintly and slowly, with ominous intermissions. Time after time he sent Spurlock into this corner or that; but always the boy regained his feet before the murderous boot could reach the mark. I was sure you could not have the heart to slay a child—an innocent child.
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