I always fall on my feet, you know. ” She stared hard at her finger-nails. “Take off your tunic. A queer nut. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. I snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired. He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his. He loved you. She found no ready reply to that, and he went on: “This music is the food of love.
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