" "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. "He left an envelope with some money in it. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern.
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