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He crossed my line. Outside it was dark, but there were lights burning in most of theoffices. The servants intheir long white kanzas and red pillbox fezes burst into beaming grinswhen they saw Shasa and a welcoming buzz of pleasure went up from theguests seated at the stinkwood table. His hair was thin andwhite as raw cotton, wisped over a scalp that was speckled like aplover's egg.
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