‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. “There’s no end of things I’d like to talk over with you. Why, he can scarcely be twenty. Also she made little pussy-like sounds of a reassuring nature. Each of my scholars thinks it his own shirt. ’ ‘In one little minute,’ she said, snapping her fingers, ‘it is over and voilà tout. Anna tore it open and passed it to Courtlaw. It's a long time since we met, eight years and more. He turned me so that he could have a companion in his loneliness.
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