She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. A boy like John’s dashing friend David Mitchell, someone who shares your love of academics. ‘Will you stop hedging? I’m hanged if I go on with this ridiculous cat and mouse game.
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