There was a case, or something, some years ago. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. She danced with two others. That was something in his favour.
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