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These are a filthy-looking crew, don't you think? Portuguese, perhaps?

A gangplank was run up from the dock to a gap in the ship's gunwale.

That statement is so obviously false that it is not worth answering, said Honore.

She hooked her hands through the crooks of their elbows and miserably walked along in silence, while Alvin talked cheerily about the weather, walking freely ahead of her on the path. The men laughed several times at his wit and his stories, and with every step she tasted the bitterness of gall. Am I the only one who knows the devil wears a friendly face? Am I the only one who sees through this witch?

Don't have to read minds when you can melt the knife right out of a man's hand.

With exaggerated courtesy, two of the men held their arms to her. Purity realized that she had little choice now. "I'll walk of myself, please, and I'll hold my tongue."

But Monsieur le Genius, not all knives are seen in advance.

What is it that you think you're looking for? asked Honore. They had spent the heat of the day on the docks and were dripping with sweat. It was getting on toward evening without a sign of relief from the heat.

Souls, said Calvin. "In particular, the theft of souls."

A gangplank was run up from the dock to a gap in the ship's gunwale.

I don't think you understand what I can do, said Calvin.

Peaseman rolled his eyes. "Miss, all I'm doing is asking you to let me do my work in the manner the law says I should. By law and common sense I can't leave you here exposed to danger, and with a prisoner who can't be tied I need to keep these men with me." Peaseman looked to two of his men. "Give the young lady your arms, gentlemen."

What is it that you think you're looking for? asked Honore. They had spent the heat of the day on the docks and were dripping with sweat. It was getting on toward evening without a sign of relief from the heat.

What is it that you think you're looking for? asked Honore. They had spent the heat of the day on the docks and were dripping with sweat. It was getting on toward evening without a sign of relief from the heat.

Calvin's eyes became narrow slits. "I didn't feel safe all the time. I felt safe with you."

That statement is so obviously false that it is not worth answering, said Honore.

With exaggerated courtesy, two of the men held their arms to her. Purity realized that she had little choice now. "I'll walk of myself, please, and I'll hold my tongue."

Souls, said Calvin. "In particular, the theft of souls."

With exaggerated courtesy, two of the men held their arms to her. Purity realized that she had little choice now. "I'll walk of myself, please, and I'll hold my tongue."

They stood in the scant shade of a stack of empty crates, watching as a newly arrived ship was moored to the dock. Honore sounded testy. "If the transaction I saw on the docks has something to do with missing heartfires -- which are not souls as the priests describe them -- then it was not theft at all. The dolls were freely given."

Nothing ever surprises you?

You see my point? said Honore. "It is when you feel safe that you are most vulnerable. And since you are stupid enough to feel safe all the time, then you are vulnerable all the time."

That statement is so obviously false that it is not worth answering, said Honore.

Oh, so you can read minds like your sister-in-law?

Souls, said Calvin. "In particular, the theft of souls."

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