C. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. “You are not boring me,” she said, “but I would rather talk of something else. As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform. I hope that you did not permit her to feed?” “But I did! I did!” She sobbed.
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