The man in black nods. He has a little beard as red as his hair, and piercing bright blue eyes; his broad mouth is firmly set, and his
flaring nostrils seem to be breathing in more air than his body requires.
"Provided it doesn't cost more than two milreis," he murmurs in broken
Portugese. "That's my entire capital."
Monday, October 18, 2010
The War Of The End OF The World - pg. 7
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