The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty. “I want to be your friend,” he said. All men are bloody fucking hypocrites.
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