Is there anything you want?" She laid her hand on his forehead, and found it without fever. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. Perceiving he was about to take leave, Kneebone ventured to ask whom he had had the honour of addressing.
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