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It took some days for this phase to pass, and it left some scars and something
like a decision. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!"
"Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?"
"Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry
O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. I love you calling me Gérard and
idiot, and I love you when you threaten me with every weapon under the sun,
and—’
‘Pah!’ interrupted Melusine, scorn in her voice. ’
His friend held it out of the way. The smells of skewered
fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the
air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about
them. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. I’m a desperate young woman.
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