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Sorvelli caught me! In Fourth Grade, I broke my arm because I tripped on a metal doorway. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. I’d take it— forgive me if I seem a little urgent—as a sort of proof of friendliness. He was tall and straight, and his expression was good. “I think they do. I heard only after it was all over. Several people in the crowd seemed to be fighting. Then he was to arrest you and bring you home to me. “You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone. “Quite an unimportant one,” he assured her. “It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning.
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