Mrs. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. ’ ‘Then leave me to guard myself, and do not ask me questions any more,’ she snapped, and crouched down suddenly, searching about for her dagger. In one of the little red circles the doctor had traced that abbreviation. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. And not a worthy tome in sight.
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