Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. The ring's yours, and you're mine. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases.
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