Don stared up at the man. He looked awfully familiar, but she knew she had never seen him before in all her life.
"Why, certainly, sir," she said, trying in vain to be rebellious. Why couldn't she be? She acted rude to everyone except Rie, and this man was not Rie. "What would you like to know?"
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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