To lose was death, quickly and mercilessly delivered. She glanced at the Frenchman, and found him struggling with the portrait that was embedded around his scalp. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. The boy’s besotted. I don’t quite know why.
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