"Is Mammy Gui perfectly clear, or perhaps... not quite?"
Mammy Gui’s clothes were soaked with sweat. She knelt on the ground, trembling with unease, lifting her sleeve repeatedly to wipe her brow. "Miss," she stammered.
"What you speak of, this old slave has never heard of," Mammy Gui said, her voice stuttering. "It is not that I refuse to confess; I simply do not know of such things at all. I truly have no other way!"
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