Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
Shut up, shut up, will you! Nobody minds that you are in pain. Pain is a human condition. You do not care that I am hungry, do you? And therefore I do not need to care whether you are in agony. Nobody is hurting you! Be quiet, be quiet! Rannig, fill his mouth with dirt, and I__ sure I do not care what diseases he contracts. He has already been in the water. He has probably swallowed millions of pestilential microbes, and they are none of them acting too quickly. Do you hear me? I say shut up, sir! By my hat__he man makes a noise to shatter teeth! Here, what are you complaining about?_ Bartleby looked over and saw where Shandandzo was gripping himself. __h, they are only knees! You have two of them and an immune system__he body heals, if you leave it alone! You need not shout about it!_ He took the headwrap from Rannig__ hand and shoved it into Shandandzo__ mouth. __here. That will quiet you for a while. Don__ you know there are men reading and having their tea? Shameful of you to carry on in this way. The captain only put your knife behind your kneecaps and made a few fractures. Hardly anything to cry about at all. A man has no business crying about kneecaps. A tendon, I grant you, might deserve a paltry yelp or two, but you are alive and you have your health otherwise_ you can want nothing else. You hardly need your knees when you are always on the gad, stealing priceless artifacts from visiting dignitaries__nd you are a noble besides. Nobles have money: they hardly need feelings or knees. They have men for that._ He snuffed and watched Shandandzo__ eyes roll back in his head. __ow, if you will be a very good convulsing noble, or whatever it is you are, you will be quiet and make no more fuss about your knees._ He turned back toward the teahouse, humphed to himself, and moved to go, but turning back, he said, __nd if you make anymore obnoxious noises whilst I am writing my notes, I will have the boy throw you down a well.
The Leaf Flute - A Marridon Novella
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Shut up, shut up, will you! Nobody minds that you are in pain. Pain is a human condition. You do not care that I am hungry, do you? And therefore I do not need to care whether you are in agony. Nobody is hurting you! Be quiet, be quiet! Rannig, fill his mouth with dirt, and I__ sure I do not care what diseases he contracts. He has already been in the water. He has probably swallowed millions of pestilential microbes, and they are none of them acting too quickly. Do you hear me? I say shut up, sir! By my hat__he man makes a noise to shatter teeth! Here, what are you complaining about?_ Bartleby looked over and saw where Shandandzo was gripping himself. __h, they are only knees! You have two of them and an immune system__he body heals, if you leave it alone! You need not shout about it!_ He took the headwrap from Rannig__ hand and shoved it into Shandandzo__ mouth. __here. That will quiet you for a while. Don__ you know there are men reading and having their tea? Shameful of you to carry on in this way. The captain only put your knife behind your kneecaps and made a few fractures. Hardly anything to cry about at all. A man has no business crying about kneecaps. A tendon, I grant you, might deserve a paltry yelp or two, but you are alive and you have your health otherwise_ you can want nothing else. You hardly need your knees when you are always on the gad, stealing priceless artifacts from visiting dignitaries__nd you are a noble besides. Nobles have money: they hardly need feelings or knees. They have men for that._ He snuffed and watched Shandandzo__ eyes roll back in his head. __ow, if you will be a very good convulsing noble, or whatever it is you are, you will be quiet and make no more fuss about your knees._ He turned back toward the teahouse, humphed to himself, and moved to go, but turning back, he said, __nd if you make anymore obnoxious noises whilst I am writing my notes, I will have the boy throw you down a well.
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