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A strong urge to hurry out in fear came over Ginna, but she knew it would be unreasonable to do so. Harreld had always been gentle, and he loved her. He would not do anything to hurt her. But she felt an equally strong urge to demand whatever the matter with him was. This outburst was different from the ones before it, and she guessed it had nothing to do with having too much work in his hands.
It took all her willpower to fight down both urges. She knew Harreld, he would soon come around. When the time was right he would seek her as he always did and tell her his thoughts. She only needed to wait until he was ready.
Harreld gave her no more notice, striking his hammer at a sword as though his life depended on it. She wanted to walk towards him and wrap her arms around him, but she had to respect his wish. For now she had to be contented with conveying her concern through her words.
"You know I'm always here for you, Harreld," she said loudly enough, not letting his hammering drown out her voice. And she left.
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