He grunted with satisfaction. The feel of the hilt cheered…

He grunted with satisfaction. The feel of the hilt cheered him and gave him a glow of confidence. Whatever webs of conspiracy were drawn about him, whatever trickery and treachery ensnared him, this knife was real. The great muscles of his right arm swelled in anticipation of murderous blows.

Sourced, The Hour of the Dragon
(1935-1936)

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