" It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. Sewn on that button yet?" "I've been afraid to take the coat from under the pillow. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. She raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics. Her breath came fast in little sobbing pants. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. "Always remember the fact.
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