Ray did not pace, he just stood. “Didn’t you just get over an ear infection not two weeks ago? You’re asking for another one. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. He was vaguely uneasy; he knew not what about. Her father read a draft prospectus warily, and her aunt dropped fragments of her projects for managing while the cook had a holiday. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage.
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