“I’m not going to kill you, John. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. Sailors would leave them at the trader's. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. It would be too mortifying.
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