" As Ben spoke, they drew near the opposing parties. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. If I don't, you shall clap me in the Condemned Hold in his stead. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. The day was sunny and pleasant, devoid of chill winds. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray.
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