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The
elder
of
the
Dahlberg
brothers
burst
out
laughing
.
"
Do
n't
judge
her
by
appearances
,
Paulie
,
"
said
Yarpen
seriously
as
he
skilfully
divided
the
roasted
grey
hare
into
portions
.
"
There
's
nothing
to
laugh
at
here
.
She
's
skinny
but
I
can
see
she
's
a
robust
and
resilient
lass
.
She
's
like
a
leather
belt
:
thin
,
but
it
ca
n't
be
torn
apart
in
your
hands
.
And
if
you
were
to
hang
yourself
on
it
,
it
would
bear
your
weight
,
too
.
"
No
one
laughed
.
Ciri
squatted
next
to
the
dwarves
sprawled
around
the
fire
.
This
time
Yarpen
Zigrin
and
his
four
"
boys
"
had
lit
their
own
fire
at
the
camp
because
they
did
not
intend
to
share
the
hare
which
Xavier
Moran
had
shot
.
For
them
alone
there
was
just
enough
for
one
,
at
most
two
,
mouthfuls
each
.
Add
some
wood
to
the
fire
,
"
said
Yarpen
,
licking
his
fingers
.
"
The
water
will
heat
quicker
.
"
"
That
water
's
a
stupid
idea
,
"
stated
Regan
Dahlberg
,
spitting
out
a
bone
.
"
Washing
can
only
harm
you
when
you
're
sick
.
When
you
're
healthy
,
too
,
come
to
that
.
You
remember
old
Schrader
?
His
wife
once
told
him
to
wash
,
and
Schrader
went
and
died
soon
afterwards
.
"
"
Because
a
rabid
dog
bit
him
.
"
"
If
he
had
n't
washed
,
the
dog
would
n't
have
bitten
him
.
"
"
I
think
,
"
said
Ciri
,
checking
the
temperature
of
the
water
in
the
cauldron
with
her
finger
,
"
it
's
excessive
to
wash
every
day
too
.
But
Triss
asked
for
it
--
she
even
started
crying
once
...
So
Geralt
and
I
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"
