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A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. And I'll answer for it, she'll never say a syllable to annoy you again. Sometimes her straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy.
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