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Katia 26 f

"Perhaps you know exactly how I am going to die?" inquired Berlioz with understandable sarcasm at the ridiculous turn the conversation seemed to be taking. "Maybe you'd like to tell me?"
"Certainly", rejoined the stranger. He looked Berlioz up and down as if measuring him for a suit, muttered through his teeth something like: "One, two... Mercury in the second house.. the waning moon... six - accident... evening - seven," then announced loudly and cheerfully, "Your head will be cut off!"