" He then hurried Darrell down another short flight of steps, and entered a small chamber at the back of the house. "Alone?" "Not exactly, Sir. My, um, my curfew. ‘I can’t do that. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. Brendon made a quick movement forward.
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