He spoke only when he saw the sing-song girl he wanted to buy. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. ‘I’ve had enough of this. She broke a cobblestone over his head and he was out. Grudgingly he admired her.
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