Her normally shiny hair was 143 stringy and flat. ” She looked at him for a moment with fire in her eyes. She had lost it. “Thank you both for treating me for all the world like I was your child. "Set it down, I tell you," thundered Blueskin, "or I shall do it a mischief. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage.
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