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she was resistant, and who could blame her for such a natural reaction? mahler chose not to answer with words, but in deed; stepping forward, he hauled the waterlogged body from its grave and began to drag it after a fashion. noting it was far heavier than he had anticipated, mahler paced himself; it was not necessary to take the remains so far.
out of reach of the water, on a small rise of the bank, he began to dig, intending that the woman do very little as it seemed she wanted nothing to do with the corpse. therefore he would handle it, though presently he paused in his excavation to glance at his companion. "i am mahler, of diaspora."