Answering him was agonizing. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. Morgan the trader did not haggle over the pearls, but gave me at once what he judged a fair price.
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