This is no world,
To play with mammets and to tilt with lips.
We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns,
And pass them current too.
When he sees her looking at him with that familiar expression, the one she wore striding in his office, accusing him of murdering her fiance, he thinks: Sydney. Hardly, Nadia says. You want her to be here, too
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