[He's about to make a smart remark about looking and seeing, with an allusion to Tiresias or some other blind prophet, when he catches how Edmond looks at him. He lowers the bottle, holds it by its neck so it can dangle between his legs. His hands are pale and smooth - a sign of aristocracy Hans takes care to maintain. For all he complains about the rich, he tries much too hard to fit in.]
... we're cut from the same cloth.
[He meets Edmond's eyes.]
So if there's something you'd like to change, say it.
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... we're cut from the same cloth.
[He meets Edmond's eyes.]
So if there's something you'd like to change, say it.