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He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black. "But—sapperment!—I wish they hadn't broken my pipe. Then a bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. “Why don’t they wait?” he added. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. Lucy’s bright tones pursued her. " "Give me the brandy, and I'll tell you," replied Wood. I take it, down where we're going will be nothing new to you. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. "I am Owen Wood, at your service.
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