The tail-ender of this little caravan, he had been rather out of it. The simile started a laugh in his throat. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Yours?" The stranger hesitated. So I undertook to protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared, obliterating it.
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