Your fingers are even now as stiff as a schoolgirl’s. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. “I am very glad to hear you say it,” he repeated, and refrained from further inquiry. But these fears, like those he had recently experienced, speedily vanished, and he prepared to return to the roof, congratulating himself that owing to the opportune falling of the bricks, he had in all probability escaped serious injury. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead.
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