Ebling Mis peered at her, vaguely rueful, “Well, now, my. my dear, I did not mean to hurt you. Sometimes it seems to me that I must not talk of all this. There's a need for secrecy—but from the Mule, not from you, my dear. ” He patted her shoulder with a weak amiability.
Am I boring you?» «You tire me,» she said in a dead, exhausted voice. «God, how you tire me!» «I'm sorry. I'm not just fooling around trying to be clever.
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