‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her bitterly. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. She may address me as “Grandfather” if she chooses, since I’m obliged to accept her in that capacity.
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