The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. ” “Young? I am twenty-four. I am not angry with you, but with this—this—’ ‘Idiot? Imbecile?’ offered Gerald in a helpful tone. ’ ‘I am whatever you like,’ he agreed pleasantly, ‘but nothing is going to stop me from searching for this dagger. They were filthy after the burial.
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