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I could not get the taste and sone

"Why did you so object toout his hair?" I asked "I only wanted to have it, and he's dead and beyond caring and no one else will miss his black hair "

He turned with a sly smile and took my measure

"You frighten me, the way you look," I said "Have I so carelessly revealed myself to be a monster? You know,the Sonata by Beethoven called the Appassionata, watches me feed all the time Do you want me to tell my story now?"

I glanced back at the deadOn the sill beyond and above hie flower Isn't that the da?

"Yes, I do want your story," David said "Coether I only asked you not to take his hair for one reason "

"Yes?" I asked I looked at hienuine curiosity "What was the reason then? I was only going to pull out all his hair and throw it away "

"Like pulling off the wings of a fly," he offered seement

"A dead fly," I said I deliberately smiled "Come nohy the fuss?"

"I wanted to see if you'd listen to ht be all right between us And you stopped And it is " He turned around and took my arm

"I don't like you!" I said

"Oh, yes, you do, Armand," he answered "Let hty right now because you have those two splendid little esture, and they're like acolytes to a god But you want to tell me the story, you know you do Come on!"

I couldn't stop"Have these tactics worked for you in the past?"

Noas his turn to laugh and he did, good-naturedly "No, I suppose not," he said "But let me put it to you this rite it for them "

"For whom?"