Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time. A pair of long-lashed blue eyes studied them both as she slowly brought her hands down to rest by her sides. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks against the walls. If my conjectures are right, this boy would stay there indefinitely. She could not resist enduing persons she met with the noble attributes of the fictional characters.
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