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“
Put
your
knife
right
here
in
my
breast
,
”
Gurney
muttered
.
“
I
say
kill
me
and
have
done
with
it
.
I
’
ve
besmirched
my
name
.
I
’
ve
betrayed
my
own
Duke
!
The
finest
—
”
“
Be
still
!
”
Paul
said
.
Gurney
stared
at
him
.
“
Close
that
robe
and
stop
acting
like
a
fool
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
I
’
ve
had
enough
foolishness
for
one
day
.
”
“
Kill
me
,
I
say
!
”
Gurney
raged
.
“
You
know
me
better
than
that
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
How
many
kinds
of
an
idiot
do
you
think
I
am
?
Must
I
go
through
this
with
every
man
I
need
?
”
Gurney
looked
at
Jessica
,
spoke
in
a
forlorn
,
pleading
note
so
unlike
him
:
“
Then
you
,
my
Lady
,
please
.
.
.
you
kill
me
.
”
Jessica
crossed
to
him
,
put
her
hands
on
his
shoulders
.
“
Gurney
,
why
do
you
insist
the
Atreides
must
kill
those
they
love
?
”
Gently
,
she
pulled
the
spread
robe
out
of
his
fingers
,
closed
and
fastened
the
fabric
over
his
chest
.
Gurney
spoke
brokenly
:
“
But
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
.
”
