The watcher's intake of breath was sibilant. ” “Yeah, I think she hates you, hon. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. A sense of impending disaster was upon him. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall.
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