‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. Her mouth was an effective tourniquet. “No,” she said at last; “I’m a human being—not a timid female. He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. ” “No, that’s okay. “I think she would,” she decided. ” She laughed.
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