Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. They were headed by an athleticlooking, swarthy-featured man, who was armed with a cutlass, which he waved over his head to cheer on his companions. “Time for my Patience,” she said. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally.
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