" "Did he owe you money?" "Oh, no!" "Then why do you wish to know?" Ah Cum pondered. You see, I’m separated from my wife. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. She seemed to grow more beautiful to him and not the opposite. F.
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