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Last time— you made me feel snubbed. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned. ” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away. "I'm sorry," she said. One particularly humiliating thing came out— humiliating for me. E. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages.
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