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Bucquoy knew of him, and didn't like him because he took his wine in sips.

How can a man whose eyes are so close together be trusted?

Inwardly, Mansfeld felt as repentant as a ferret in a rabbit burrow.

She glanced admiringly at Volkov, a brief but encompassing appraisal. Her furtive scrutiny of Jack lingered longer.

The blades sang like the strokes of a hammer on a blacksmith's anvil echoing in the empty churchyard.

The prisoner's recurrent, sporadic dreams of escape were simply that - spurious vagaries dismissed almost as quickly as they blossomed in Schkirt's feverish mind.

The rancid, acerbic smell of burning flesh rasped in the throats of the shocked onlookers, an odour once breathed never forgotten.

The realisation of where he was suddenly dawned on the youth in chains, who stopped abruptly, recoiling like a fugitive at the edge of a cliff, and swallowed noisily in the obscure silence.