‘I know what it means, numbskull! Didn’t spend years in the confounded country without picking up some of their infernal tongue. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. ” “Nobody does that,” said Ramage, and kept silence for a moment. She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. They left the castle that day for another, packing with them the leftovers of the troupe that followed them from place to place, never asking about the occasional disappearance of one of its unlucky members. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull.
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