She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. "But vere'll be the use o' vinnin'? you von't live to pay me. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend. I don’t love you.
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