[Having said something very similar, himself, to many others before, perhaps he should feel sympathetic. But sympathy, he has come to learn, is but another form of weakness. He sharply sucks in his breath as if at a stinging wound, knitting his brows.]
Do forgive me my offense.
[Drawing back his arm as if it were some slimy tentacle sliding back into water, he adds lightly:]
As you please. May other fish wriggle to your liking.
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Do forgive me my offense.
[Drawing back his arm as if it were some slimy tentacle sliding back into water, he adds lightly:]
As you please. May other fish wriggle to your liking.