Courtlaw sat with folded arms. She meant to go, she meant to go, she meant to go. "Mother—dear mother! Once again, I beseech you to listen to me. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. "Took a great fancy to you. The longing to talk to someone! But in the end she had gone to her room without giving in to the craving. Do you know what? You're some sea goddess and you're only fooling us.
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