She heard this standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that astonished herself. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. ” Her eyes glinted, macabre. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. .
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