“She said your face is so pretty, but she is worried it is like a small horse.” “What? She said what now?” “It is a local expression, and a depraved one at that—she means, she is worried she might crush it while riding it.” He shook his head and muttered, “Damned Yarrows…” I turned back to her. She was watching me with a greedy gleam in her eyes. “Can you take me away from here?” I asked. She grabbed me by the hand, and we left.
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