“We are, or rather we were, so much alike then
that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs. I saw him ride
away with that other fellow. Most people, every one I
know else, seem to have mated with foreigners and to talk uneasily in unfamiliar
tongues, to be afraid of the knowledge the other one has, of the other one’s
perpetual misjudgment and misunderstandings. "You can shave him, you know. The only mercy you can show me is to
kill me. ”
Ogilvy reflected. Lucy sat beside him. . She killed every month, twelve a year, and
was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle
aged men. ‘I agree with you.
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