And the old man’s daughter, Lady Melaxuntha – did I mention her? No, I don’t suppose I did. They didn’t have anything like her where I came from. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful; in fact, looking back, I’m not sure she was beautiful at all. But – there’s this theory, about dogs. They can’t really see things when they’re still, only when they’re moving. Lady Melaxuntha’s face was never still, never the same two seconds together. It changed with every word, every expression, every emotion. I imagine that if she held perfectly still, she’d be handsome going on plain. I expect the wind would
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