Frances pulled his hair heartily, and then went and seated herself on her husband’s knee, and there they were, like two babies, kissing and talking nonsense by the hour—foolish palaver that we should be ashamed of.

Maybe he would die. That would mean I had murdered him. I smiled, trying the idea on for size. One of the things that always had cheesed me a little was that I had no kills to my credit. I'd been in plenty of rumbles, but somehow, I'd never cooled anyone. Well maybe now I had my first one. I couldn't feel very proud of skulling an old man, but at least I could say that I'd scored. That was a big kick.

A drench that's able to kill a horse, cannot kill this disease of smock-smelling, my lord, if it have once eaten deep.

Fuxin is in the intergradational zone between the Inner Mongolian Plateau and the Liaohe River Plain, and it has a northern temperate continental monsoon climate.