” She glared at Sebastian over the drawing table where she was sketching in chalk, then over at the fifteen year old boy who was asleep in a disheveled pile of rushes in the corner. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears.
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