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"
Have
you
already
got
your
mother
's
version
?
"
"
I
'd
embarrass
the
hell
out
of
her
if
I
asked
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
think
you
embarrass
me
?
"
"
I
strongly
suspect
,
Herr
Hartheim
,
that
you
're
a
monster
,
too
,
so
I
doubt
if
anything
embarrasses
you
.
"
"
A
monster
,
"
he
said
again
under
his
breath
.
"
All
right
then
,
Miss
O'Neill
,
I
'll
try
to
define
the
term
for
you
.
Someone
who
terrifies
others
;
rolls
over
the
top
of
people
;
feels
so
strong
only
God
can
defeat
;
has
no
scruples
and
few
morals
.
"
She
chuckled
.
"
It
sounds
like
you
,
to
me
.
And
I
have
so
too
got
morals
and
scruples
.
I
'm
Dane
's
sister
.
"
"
You
do
n't
look
a
bit
like
him
.
"
"
More
's
the
pity
.
"
"
His
face
would
n't
suit
your
personality
.
"
