His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. ‘Then mayhap this will persuade you!’ With a scrape of steel, he drew his sword from its scabbard. I understand. He turned the water off and handed her a towel.
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