For some reason, her face grew darker almost by the word, and her eyes flashed. Sitting back, Egwene threw down the pen. As he continued, her arms snaked around herself, hugging tightly to keep her from shivering. Chew and break her teeth.
His free hand rose as if to knuckle his forehead; he did not seem aware of the gesture. At least this time her feet remained on the floor. The Anan woman did not follow even so straight a line as she might have—she really did seem to be going out of her way to find inns—bu He maintained his dignity.
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