She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. I don’t believe in the faults. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. I could not become an Oracle. He sells his daughter to a geisha or a sing-song master, and the girl is rented out until the debt is paid. My boys buy them with beads or bolts of calico of mine.
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