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Then perhaps I shall send for him if he has not forgotten. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. “Does it hurt?” Michelle asked. “I ought to look up Gwen,” she said.
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