"No, he breathes," he says. "He will live, no doubt. Vermin are hard to kill. And if he does die," bitterly, "what matter? Dog! Let him die there! The road is too good a place for him.",
His eyes, black and faintly savage, seem to burn into hers.,
"It is forever!" he says, incoherently. "Oh, Mona, at least—at least promise you will always think kindly of me.".
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