Stop it. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. Death belongs to God, young man. I worshipped her and subdued myself. “You have been very kind to me,” she said. I'll be quiet. She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors.
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