As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. He must know she’ll be at a convent. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Everywhere there are limitations. I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence.
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