I believe that looking stupid will become a good deal harder once we move to the horse-breeding side of life as it’s lived in Hambry. Who had done it? Not her father; a largely self-taught man, he revered paper the way some people revered gods or gold. Miguel shuffled forward, grinning his gummy old grin, and took the reins of Jonas’s horse. “These’re bad times we live in, Will, and they’ve bred bad manners.
Most of his experience came from hypnotizing his friends—classroom exercises that were larky and occasionally spooky. He had to make a conscious effort to take the last dozen steps to the door. It walked slowly toward the hearth, where a late fire lazed, desultorily eating at a single log. It was the fragile fragrance of orange-blossoms—a bright runner laid over the darker stench of oil—that brought it on.
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