She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. She ran from the knave into the women’s quarters. Rushing towards the entrance of the well-hole, Blueskin touched the secret spring. “This place is very beautiful. You don’t have to live forever to understand that. Not us. Ennison stood still for a moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. But send me word. Wood could stand it no longer.
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