8. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend. In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. She shivered, more due to his presence than the changing weather. Vanity was a vice not just to be deprecated, but effectively strangled at birth. I sang to him, and he was satisfied. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. . Brendon was silent.
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