I was a straw in his strength.

He lifted me clear of the floor and crashed me down in the chair.
"Now," he said, while I gasped and swallowed my pain, "tell me all about it, Standing.

Spit it out--all of it, if you know what's healthy for you." "I don't know anything about what has happened.

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.", I began.
That was as far as I got.