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Leafa looked at his worried face and flung back her head to laugh. He turned to her in some surprise, and she slid her hand through his arm, the arm that was missing a hand.
"If it were any other father, I should have to gaze up at you tearfully and say we could never be wed," she said. "But it is my father, and I haven't any fears. If he is the kind of man who will forget everything at home to tramp along with a few wayfarers for a few days, I have no doubt that he will also let his daughter marry a one-handed man, thinking it quite a novelty."
She laughed again, and then her eyes grew softer and her voice milder.
"Besides, he is like me... he does not care if a man has one hand or not... he loves the noble heart best of all."
She looked up at him with shining eyes for a few moments, and then straightened her face and spoke in a more serious tone.
"Now, what do you think would be best... should we return, or should we continue on? I will abide by your decision, for I trust you."
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