She thought of them as fools, but had been sorry to see them go. And not a worthy tome in sight. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me from Bedlam, then. We all did that in our youth, when first we came upon a fine story; else we were worthless metal indeed. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. Listening on the dimlit landing, he saw Roding’s face muscles tighten. But you must not imagine me wrapped in melancholy.
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