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Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. I am clear I want you. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. . “Let me introduce my friend to you,” Courtlaw said. They heard voices inside but stood for a full thirty seconds looking at each other. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer.
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