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. (Gully dwarves made miserable servants, as
they tended to pick their noses continually and attracted dirt as if
by magic.) Their features varied little from one to the next. They
shared a typical thick, bulby nose, scruffy whiskers -- even the
females -- and sported ratty, wild hair that looked like it had been
combed many years before with a stick.
The males wore torn, dirty vests and pants cinched up with
frayed rope, and the females wore torn, dirty, sack-shaped dresses,
and they all wore shoes that were three sizes too big.
"Get rid of them, will you, Woodrow dear? The little beggars
will undoubtedly steal us blind," Gisella said, drawing her wrap
closer. "And we really must be on the road."
In the growing light, Woodrow looked helplessly at the crowd of
gully dwarves continuing to gather around the wagon. They stared with
awe at Gisella.
"What would you like me to do, ma'am?" asked the be wildered
human.
Gisella, looking exasperated, took a step back from the pressing
throng of gully dwarves. "I don't know! Do something manly, like wave
your sword at them."
The human looked dismayed at the suggestion, Vexed by his
hesitance, Gisella jammed her hands on her hips. "So, belch in their
faces; that's manly!" she added with disgust.
Woodrow looked from the stick in his hand to the two dozen or
more curious, grubby gully dwarves. They looked at Gisella reverently.
The boldest of the bunch, a male, judging purely from the fact that he
wore shapeless pants rather than a shapeless dress, reached up a hand
to the dwarf's red hair
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