Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. Sheppard put out her arms mechanically. He was not a sailor. 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. “I would give my life for you.
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