Kneebone. What a pig she was. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. "Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly. There it is. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home.
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