18/22 He likes most everybody without fussin' about it. But he bristled at you from the first. No man'd want a dog that don't like him." "Which isn't the question," Del Mar stated quietly. As for him liking or not liking me, that's my look-out, and I guess I can attend to that all right." It seemed to Daughtry that he glimpsed or sensed under the other's unfaltering cherubicness of expression a steelness of cruelty that was abysmal in that it was of controlled intelligence. |