"The lash cuts to the bone. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. She held out her arm straight before her, and turned her hand this way and that. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. "But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock. The ragged edge. Instead of which, more than half an hour has elapsed.
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