she turned in her seat , stood , and wrapped her arms around his body . very slowly , spade pulled out one of the silver knives from his coat . i weep , my brothers , for the glory that must die . he swallowed , once , and then again , before he spoke . `` my hair is n't even close to being red , '' she argued , annoyed by the doctor 's effort not to grin . an interesting theory , possibly not all that far from the truth . 