Also , her eyes were worth looking at , if you liked to hurt people -- and that was the only pleasure August took in life . He would drink this delightful cup of revenge for her long years of disdainful kindness -- ah , he would drink it slowly to prolong its sweetness . Sip by sip -- he rubbed his long , thin , white hands together -- sip by sip , tasting each mouthful . `` Eh , now ? You know well enough , Thyra . '' `` I know nothing of what you would be at , August Vorst . You speak of my son and Damaris -- was that the name ? -- Damaris Garland as if they were something to each other . I ask you what you mean by it ? '' `` Tut , tut , Thyra , nothing very terrible . There 's no need to look like that about it . Young men will be young men to the end of time , and there 's no harm in Chester 's liking to look at a lass , eh , now ? Or in talking to her either ? The little baggage , with the red lips of her ! She and Chester will make a pretty pair . He 's not so ill-looking for a man , Thyra . '' `` I am not a very patient woman , August , '' said Thyra coldly . `` I have asked you what you mean , and I want a straight answer . Is Chester down at Tom Blair 's while I have been sitting here , alone , waiting for him ? '' August nodded .
He saw that it would not be wise XXXXX trifle longer with Thyra .
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