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at you had Marin's in
already. On Bell Street, I think, the family Warend is trying to sell a linen
and wool shop."
"On Bell Street? That must be---they can't be selling *that*
place---it's..."
"They have had a shipwreck, and they must make choices. This choice is
yours. Do you want that shop?"
"But surely that would cost, oh, I don't know, you can't be giving *that*
just for getting into Ania's pants."
"I wasn't wearing any."
"And I am not giving anything for that. It was a gift between us.
Such a shop would satisfy you as lore satisfies me, you would serve the people
of this city, and you could pay me such return as seems reasonable to your
merchant-family soul---no, I'm not spying on your mind, you walk like a
merchant's daughter, allow me the perceptions of the ordinary man. I expect
your family was destroyed by the sheeprot plague of ten years ago, so many
wool merchants were. I am suggesting this because you belong in that shop."
"Like John Thomas belonged in me," said Ania dreamily.
"Ania! You will have to think of other things,soon enough. Sir, let us
be serious. You are talking about a great deal of mo
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