Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

The slave girl presents a moderately sad sight. A thick mass of greasy hair is tangled, and two of her yellowed teeth are missing. Her nails are filed down to the quick on her dry, calloused hands.
-- Take her, sir, you won't regret it, -- she says in a mundane tone, with a hoarse, chesty voice. -- I can do everything, except read and write. I'm only nineteen years old.
She's lying about her age, of course, but not by much – she's shaved off 3-4 years.