She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. I am tired, and I want to be alone. . The quarry had passed out into the open sea. Rage flooded her at his intent, but she controlled it.
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