The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. The charm of innocence breathes around her, as fragrance is diffused by the flower, sanctifying her lightest thought and action, and shielding her, like a spell, from the approach of evil. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain. There was a shrill cry, instantly succeeded by a deep splash. She deserves what has befallen her. Thinks they’re the same as soldiers.
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