This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. The perspiration stood out upon his forehead. Only sat, staring at him, a puzzled look in her face. Her head snapped back as he grabbed her by the hair.
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