Manning in fancy costume, as though he was a doll. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. ‘Certainly, if I was a nun, I know of many good names.
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