Now she knew why her uncle hates. Jem's voice interrupted her thoughts. - What are you staring? - he asked. Mary looked away and began to look forward. - I noticed on your hands, - she said curtly. - They have you as your brother. What we still have to go over this wasteland? And it winds ahead, if road pillar? - We turn it away, miles in two or three. So you, so pay attention to the man's hands? That's really never would have thought. It turns out, you're still a woman, and not a little kid-fledged village. Well, tell me, why have stayed four days of silence in the room, or you want me to guess itself? Women like to let in on the mystery.