‘Never trust a gun in female hands,’ grumbled Hilary, dropping the nun’s habit and backing to join his friend. “It is a hateful story. No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. ’ The sword was released to slide back into its scabbard. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. During the narration Jack's features lighted up, and an expression, which would have been in vain looked for in repose, was instantly caught and depicted by the skilful artist. ‘It will suit me very well that you go away, because you are a person without sense and I do not wish to talk to you.
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