He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. “I am giving my understudy a chance. When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. The idiots are marching through the streets in processions from town to town, whipping their own backs until they are covered in blood, spreading the bloody Pestilence wherever they go! The dead pile in the streets like timber. “I just wanted you to see that the time will come when I must leave you, and the time is coming soon. Everything seemed designed to unhinge the mind and make the cat wretched.
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