There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. ” “Nor I,” she remarked tersely. Her fingers rested upon his. And she was as shrewd as they come.
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