‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury. “I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. “I loathe afternoon concerts, and——” She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft brilliancy of her smile. That suggested delicacy; and yet her young body was strong and vital. "Have you broken out of the cage, Jack?" "Something like it," replied the lad carelessly.
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