Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins. Every time you mention the father, she turns into marble. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. “Why not?” “Because you are mine. . "In the hall," replied Charcam.
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