His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. ’ No Latin? And no guns or daggers, naturally. . . Set yourself to find it out, if you will—but if you do, never dare to call yourself my friend again. She was a much lighter and more frivolous person, very charming and companionable—but with a difference—a great difference.
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