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Chapter 14-4
“Yes,” she agreed, astonished. “Didn't say a word,” he added. “No, and I really had a hard time believing those were real sobs.” “Hmm, me too, come to think of it,” he said. “In fact I had a hard time believing it was a woman.” “You too?” he asked. “Yes,” she gasped realizing that they'd both thought the same thing. “Hands were too big. Wrists, just too large.” “They'd be handy wielding an ax,” Zofia observed. They both chuckled at this. “Why do you suppose a man would go to the trouble of disguising himself like a women—like a widow?” “With the full veil?” Zofia nodded. “He didn't want to be recognized,” Myron concluded. “He must be well known,” she thought out loud. “He must be someone famous.” “Or an outlaw, wanted by the Knights,” Zofia mused worriedly. “They've gotten
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