’ ‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching her stiff fingers. ‘Aye, sir. Gold-handled, too. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. He went more easily this time. You’re a lady. I heard from David about you only this morning.
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