As to his mother, I've no pity for her. She thought me— filthy. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. ” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away. The bridge was open. Such was the simple code that displayed itself in all his thoughts.
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