Sylvie repeated to herself, very slowly and sadly. I thought hunting was a thing they played at like a game. Well, in some countries men have to kill them, to save their own lives, you know. I hoped, but in vain, that this would satisfy her, and that she would ask no more questions. And I think they kill them, too.
Foxes are very fierce.
I daresay men don't love them. I'm afraid even ladies go to hunt them, sometimes. In a hushed, solemn tone, with bowed head and clasped hands, she put her final question. He loves every living thing. Even sinful men.