Ottho inspected his future investment for another time, caressing every inch with his fingers. The petulant purchaser was going at it for some twenty minutes, and Gib Heathstraw was at the end of his limit. "She isn't going to turn into gold if you keep touching her, Mr Hobbs. Pay up the price or walk away. " Ottho took his hands from the merchandise to speak to her owner. "She is not the looker you promised, Gib. A few cracks and wrinkles that weren't brought up when we spoke before.
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