She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. “Those were good. Kneebone made no effort to check the unreasonable merriment of his companions, but rather seemed to encourage it. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. Once a thriving town before the Pestilence, most of the buildings and the piers had been destroyed or burned. She was a swan among geese, trying to look plain and dowdy. " "Iss, missis," grinned the black. This is a tale of two young fools.
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