She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. She laughed nervously, but kept her eyes averted. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. “Put her in the trunk. “How are those books any different from the witchcraft books?” “I dunno. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell. And the jailers also retired. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness.
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