I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. I thought my sister and her murdered husband dragged me hither, to this very room, and commanded you to slay me. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. Her eyes flashed and she withdrew the dagger, pulling away from him. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck.
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