The Queen of the Hairy-Chinned Gypsies fixes an even gaze on Iris. Her look is neither remorseful nor angry. She's uglier than Ruth or Iris herself could ever be, shriveled and pocked, horny of hand, brown of tooth. She leans on her canes as if she's been walking the same road these thousand years. She says to Iris, And what will you make of yourself?
Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, New York: ReganBooks, 1999, p. 247
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