“May I hear?” “It really isn’t much to tell,” Drummond answered. “You’re a student, perhaps?” said the tall woman. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value.
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