“You think that this is all. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. ’ ‘Then leave me to guard myself, and do not ask me questions any more,’ she snapped, and crouched down suddenly, searching about for her dagger. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed.
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