The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. It was a castoff of Shari’s from her brief obsession with sewing. The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple. You don’t have to live forever to understand that. To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. And you need not fear that I shall not give back the sword when I have finished using it.
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