She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. The latter took from his pocket a small note-book and pencil. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. Capes?” she heard her aunt saying. The necessity of defending herself and assuming a confident and secure tone did much to dispell the sense of being exposed and indefensible in a huge dingy world that abounded in sinister possibilities. He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. Wait, though. She was nestled under his bedspread. But I expect him back every minute.
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