the cup was in his fingers: the wine was even at his lips: and did he dream of death? How could he? In that revelry amid his throng of friends who would imagine a single foe -- though a strong foe indeed -- could dare to bring death's pain on him and darkness on his eyes?
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“I had no feelings in carrying out these things because I had received an order to kill the ... inmates in the way I already told you.
That, by the way, was the way I was trained.”