The terror faded from her eyes. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. ‘Move, you. ‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. ” “Can’t we arrange something? Can’t we make a sort of treaty?” “He wouldn’t keep it. There’s nothing a girl can do that isn’t sweated to the bone.
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