There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. “They seem smaller, you know, even physically smaller,” she said. The Wastrel did not relish this. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably.
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