1. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. You can pay me when we return. I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. His head turned sideways towards the noise, his brows scowling.
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