The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. I shouldn't talk like that. Blueskin might have butchered you and your brat before I'd have lifted a finger to prevent him, if it hadn't suited my purposes to do so, and he hadn't incurred my displeasure. I don’t suppose you could tell me even the derivation of suffrage if I asked you. Let’s go up to my room. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Loved his memory still, for all he knew. His subconscious sensed the unnaturalness of it and recoiled. You can do anything you please. I'm as much astonished as you.
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