It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. "I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare. Several of the assailants carried links, so that the room was a blaze of light. Their faces had bite marks that were hers. "My worst fears are realized. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. " "Thank'ee,—thank'ee. ‘And you come to me, thinking yourself half French, and expect me to take you in. She foraged about in her mind for some satisfying equivalent which would express in English this gurgling drone the Chinese called a language.
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