A girl -- a pretty girl , Thyra . It pleases me to look at her . Even a hunchback can use his eyes , eh ? Oh , she 's a rare one ! '' `` What is the man talking about ? '' said Thyra wonderingly . `` Damaris Garland , to be sure . Chester 's down at Tom Blair 's now , talking to her -- and looking more than his tongue says , too , of that you may be sure . Well , well , we were all young once , Thyra -- all young once , even crooked little August Vorst . Eh , now ? '' `` What do you mean ? '' said Thyra . She had sat down in a chair before him , with her hands folded in her lap . Her face , always pale , had not changed ; but her lips were curiously white . August Vorst saw this and it pleased him . 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 XXXXX , August Vorst .
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